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Ab-Soul - GO OFF ft. Russ & Big Sean (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ab-Soul
Ab-Soul
Vocals
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
Russ
Russ
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Songwriter
Sean Michael Anderson
Sean Michael Anderson
Songwriter
Russ Vitale
Russ Vitale
Songwriter
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rory Behr
Rory Behr
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Producer
Tom Kahre
Tom Kahre
Recording Engineer
Milan Beker
Milan Beker
Recording Engineer
Duke Johnson
Duke Johnson
Producer

Lyrics

Uh Lately I been hatin' the players, still lovin' the game I know the sayin', nigga, I'm just sayin' Ain't got no gavel, who am I to judge? Get your bag, baby, that's placenta, huh What's your life about? Enlighten me I'm on ten, I'm feelin' like a strike of lightning Stroke of genius, pull my penis out and calculate Solve for X, call my ex, she's sure to validate Hold up, wait, I might bust She like "Wait", I'm like "Huh?" Gunna pushin' P, I'm fuckin' up the frequency I know what your future holds, my crystal ball is beautiful Come here frequently back to back like I had to battle Meek As usual, now your cavity is a casualty Big dick energy, bitch, riddle me this How you gon' win when I slide right within? Huh? I said, "How you gon' win when I slide right within?" Haha, uh-huh, come again Go off, go off, I said go off, go off I said go off, go off, I said go off, go off I said go off, go off, go off, go off Go off, go off, go off, go off Yeah, yeah I feel like I really hit the lottery, the Mega Millions Everything she got is in her name, Gabriella Wilson Baby doin' better than her counterparts Plus she from St. Louis, I ain't have to teach her how to arch her back Where I'm at, she don't give a fuck, me neither I ain't had a girl like this before, what do I feed her? Dick (dick), loyalty, vacations Tell 'em "This my girl" and just ignore the temptations Five-star suite and it came with a butler (true) She don't ask for shit, but she keep beggin' me to fuck her Ooh, this my favorite part, I got that pussy on lock And I'm the only one that knows exactly what the motherfuckin' combinations are Flick it, flick it, flick it, flick it, flick it, flick it, flick it She tellin' me I'm such a show-off, she told me to take my robe off Lay back and just relax and watch it go off Go off, go off, I said go off, go off I said go off, go off, I said go off, go off I said go off, go off, go off, go off Go off, go off, go off, go off Yeah, ayy Stone Cold 3:16 when I'm enterin' Back against the same ropes that they wanna lynch me with I used to have to give my grandma shots of insulin And that was like givin' myself fuckin' shots of adrenaline Crosswords penciled in, watchin' Jeopardy Who would have thought one day your grandson'll be the fuckin' answer? Girl, you used to sit with him (who is Big Sean?) Y'all want success all at once, I take mine in increments They playin' with my name like I gave they ass the password to go log into it With no music, I'm instrumental, I'm God's instrument Big don, forever mobbin' It really hurt seein' that last rocket Takeoff, Houston we have a problem I see half the rap gang talk about all of the violence and how we gotta stop it And then a verse later talk about how they slidin' down on all of they opps Like it's no other option, that they don't know no other topics And if my haters had multiple choice They'd probably see me buried alive or barely alive How many friends I got to have my casket carried outside Probably not as many would stand and watch me married outside Niggas there for good times and not any other times But fuck it, I'm thankful for the tough times 'Cause that's the only time in life I can see what's mine But I adapt quickly, same girl for six years, nigga, I'm that picky Blue collar to white collar then end up Black Hippy Had signed to G.O.O.D. a group of good kids in a m.A.A.d city Blackin' out the finer light like life when it all ends Just handin' out life sentences, no wonder they call it the pen That shit really be makin' me sick Don't be droppin' my name in an interview, nigga, for views, better pick it up quick I done broke the fuckin' bank, so bad that bitch and get it fixed Me and Soulo kin like I was Anakin, we can not miss Go off, go off, I said go off, go off I said go off, go off, I said go off, go off I said go off, go off, go off, go off Go off, go off, go off, go off
Writer(s): Russell Vitale, Amaire Johnson, Sean Michael Leonard Anderson, Herbert Anthony Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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