Ab-Soul - Smooth sh** lyrics

Ayo ayo you see her over there dawg? yea I gotta get that right there man, forreal, she lookin' right, man. Yeah she at the bar, you see her? Yeah I gotta... Watch out how I do this right here, haha yea [Verse 1] How you doin'? The name's Absolutely My pleasure to meet you Have a seat by me, I know I'm young and I'm up in the club But they don't ever ask to see ID so what's good? I saw you from across the venue, caramel skin Nice shape, basically a girl that I'm into I never seen your face in the spot, get you a drink on me Have a cool Alize on the rocks See your nails done pretty, your toes done marvelous Better believe it, eyes on your cleavage Hold that thought, I know that your girls is leavin' But you got good reason to post I say we stick around here for a little while longer I'll escort you to the crib when you wanna And maybe there we can have an affair, I know I'm a stranger But I stroke walls like a painter, real talk Hop on your heels, walk over to the dance floor with me Cause they're playing the right song aight ma? Cause I'm lookin' for a queen like Semi Lean tight, baby don't stop at a green light I'm all longs, for example, we steppin', your head in my chest You know I'm suave like the shampoo And I gotta say I need a body, an apple bottom I heard it keeps the doctor away I mean, damn, hands ridin' your waist Honestly it's hard to keep my eye on your face We can do a love supreme, Coltrane in the background This is bigger than Ab puttin' his mack down It's crucial business, forget about your usual livin' It's young A, make some room to move, admit it We can grow in steady amounts, I'm gettin' tired Just play a bad check if you ready to bounce Nah, I ain't in a rush, we met just a second ago And I already got a crush And I don't crush a lot like Pun, this is somethin' epic Let's have some late night fun to discuss at breakfast My treat, no games, peep the look on my face Food for thought, get you a plate full I'm man enough to sweep you off your feet like a janitor All night stamina, blush like Santa When I buck like Tampa Bay AB's no rookie, I need those goodies But you ain't gon' play Ciara, you need me, mama Just do me, it'll be an honor, I'm Judge Judy But hold up cutie, a big buff dude kinda feisty Is askin' everybody 'bout his wifey Now he comin' close takin' off his clothes Like you wanna fight me You got a man? Why you ain't remind me? I know I'm in the right mind sober But you ain't really worth fightin' over Your man lookin' like his life over We coulda had a lot of fun Yo this mothaf**a got a gun, think I oughta run 3-10-4-6-6 dash 5-4-7-9 Hit a n***a any time, you got it Anything you want from Ab, you got it You ain't even gotta ask me about it, ma Hold the f** up [Outro] Hey, who the f** are you man? This is A.B Gravy speaking -Hey put your gun down It ain't even like that dawg Nah man, we don't play that round here, this is magnificin pimpin' Repeat after me, magnificent pimpin' -Magnificent pimpin' Don't f** with AB Gravy -What? I'll k** everybody in this motherf**a -hey put your gun down, man A.B Gravy, for real, OG, Bobby Johnson, n***a