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ab-soul - watch yo lady lyrics

[intro: ab-soul & kendrick lamar]
chh- (slurp)
bounce, bounce uh, uh
bounce, bounce (dj dave)
ha!
sound like some more dynasty sh-t
feel me go
(you are now in tune with your wifey favorite dj)
ooh-ooh-ooh
(dj ill-will)
turn this up

[verse 1: ab-soul & kendrick lamar]
i’m a soldier mane, thought i told ya mane
i aim and flame ya, i’m the pro-to-pane ahh
n-ggas sizing me up like i’m buying a tux
so i interrupt, crease ’em, iron ’em up
with the nina, not talking ’bout the two singers
’cause a leprechaun wouldn’t even press his luck
i’m sure to pluck any chicken with a rhythm i could f-ck
i tell ’em call me up
like is it on or what?
can i cut ’til dawn, or what?
a sl-t say she want a slice of all of us
intelligent, say her marble’s marvelous
she go down south like black colleges
i’m a psychologist, i tell her i can adjust
anything in the world that be bothering her
everywhere i go, guarantee she go
p-ssy pop on the low, like a silencer

[bridge: ab-soul & kendrick lamar]
back to the realest sh-t, cop a car, mash that
crash that, then i’m back at the dealership
diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my left wrist
diamonds on my right wrist, d-mn it i’m the brightest
back to the realest sh-t
yeah, exclamation, f-ck a explanation

[chorus: ab-soul & kendrick lamar]
better watch yo (lady)
(boom) bounce (boom) bounce
(boom) bounce (boom) bounce
better watch yo (lady)
(boom) bounce (boom) bounce
(boom) bounce (boom) bounce
better watch yo (lady)
(boom) bounce (boom) bounce
(boom) bounce (boom) bounce

[verse 2: ab-soul & kendrick lamar]
uh, back to the realist sh-t
n-ggas ain’t raw, you grillin’
i’ma menage a woman and i—
barrage be intimate, a m-ssage beginning with
caress from her tongue, deep throat raw
lot’s of trauma, your baby momma
brain is crazy—jeffrey dahmer
and i’m finna shoot—like a dirty llama
big truck kicking up dust—conquer
chocolate seats—w-lly wonka
p-ssenger—pretty woman
direct a fact—bring your comp-ss
you bringing carson—you bringing compton
y’all bring the nonsense
we bring the real, like pro tools, never gross 500 mil
and we out in brazil, in the green like blanka
bonkers—tell ’em top dawg is here

[chorus: ab-soul & kendrick lamar]
better watch yo (lady)
(boom) bounce (boom) bounce
(boom) bounce (boom) bounce
better watch yo (lady)
(boom) bounce (boom) bounce
(boom) bounce (boom) bounce
better watch yo (lady)
yuh—yuh, yuh, yuh
(boom) bounce (boom) bounce
(boom) bounce (boom) bounce

[verse 3: kendrick lamar & ab-soul]
i think it’s that, give us that gat
whatever war you bring, just send me to iraq
i rap like my tongue was sitting on a match
you struck by lightning, frightening, gotta be a heisman
trophy, low-key, the one and only
slay a ho, play a ho like a oldie
yup, and i’m dope like opie
um, so i’m out when the police
come, like a nut, i’m a nut
for the bucks like a shotgun bust, and i bust
venom inside the brains of young dames
like mr. dash speaking to his kids on jay-
z—we runnin’ the game
y’all slipping like run in the rain
ya b-tches running away from y’all to us
in god we trust, at y’all we bust

- ab soul lyrics

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