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letra de sapiosexual - ab-soul

[intro: ab-soul, b-diddy, sza]
you recording, b-tch?
great minds f-ck each other
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, let-let me f-ck your mind uh
ymf, n-gga

[verse 1: ab-soul]
na-nasty motherf-cker, might f-ck without a rubber-
ducky, if you’re lucky
only if you’re lucky though, don’t tell my mother
am-am i too blunt?
she said uh-uh, then i lit the blunt
young mind f-ck, what the f-ck? she was such a—

[hook: ab-soul, sza, & jae crizz]
sapio s-xual (think about it, baby)
let me f-ck your mind
let me, let me f-ck your mind
let me hit it from the back, let me hit in rewind
sapio s-xual, sapio s-xual
(think about it)
let me f-ck your mind
she got that thing twerkin’
let me, let me f-ck your mind
she got that thing twerkin’

[verse 2: ab-soul]
let me choke you up (murder scene!)
let me poke you up (bomb bomb)
p-ssy make you wanna call 9 (one, one)
greatest of all time like mike (one, one)
check mine (one two)
now your brain is (all mine!)
make it rhyme, why you worry about my double enten’?
to-tongue on the cl-t, finger f-ckin’ (throwin’ gang signs)
oh sh-t, know them hoes told you bout the druggies
might l!ck your -ssh0l-, don’t judge me (don’t wuwwy!)
young mind f-ck, what the f-ck? yeah, i’m in this b-tch
and i’m in your b-tch, ain’t that a b-tch? i’m lookin’ like (switch!)
light switch, cl!ck, then i’m in the mall like swish! (baller, mane)
you with the hips, you and your uterus could use a lift
uh, kiss the lips on your face and below your waist (mwah)
askin’ rhetorical questions like “whose is this?”
there is only 1, she got that thing twerkin’
and one thing is for certain, yeah, she’s a—

[bridge: isaiah rashad & ab-soul]
take ’em to church!
if you don’t know, man, better ask somebody!
let me f-ck your mind!
if you don’t know, man, better ask somebody!
somebody, somebody, somebody
if you don’t know, man
if you don’t know, man, better ask somebody!

[verse 3: ab-soul]
whatever you choose, whatever you do
make sure he a thug and intelligent too (true)
dumb as ditch but they’ll still school you
make you happy but f-ck you like he mad at you
pull your weave back, (l!ck around your areola)
never sober, always gettin’ bent, bend over!
haha, no really though, bend over and touch your toes
mami, let me see what you can do (work!)
crizzle my scrilla, soulo that n-gga
soul! (work!) cole world!
uh, little nasty, this one for my—

- ab soul

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