Album on Soul Burger

Track 8 on Soul Burger
Featuring

Fre$h (Short Dawg)

Don Julio 70 Lyrics
[Lyrics from Snippet]

[Chorus: Ab-Soul & Fre$H]
Grow without measuring
My Soul Fre$H, that’s heavenly, uh
Don Julio 70
Streets watching in 7D
Each Glock come with 17, uh

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul & Fre$H]
Bang bang, bang bang bang
I’m like three chief keefs,
fuck up out my face, you ain’t gang gang, uh
Emancipation proclamation, slaves to the paper, mane
It’s ironic the chain hang
Big rocks–

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul & Fre$H]
Got 12 on me but I’m not Ja
Nig-, nigga, get it around on that side
Don Julio 70
His flows grown in the–

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul & Fre$H]
Bang cops, wetherspoons
sold crack out my moms’ living room
Up and down the track like an interlude
Still in the hood like an inner tube
Sneaker in his bitch
Women tend to shoot
Your bitch will give me chew
Yelling “Nigga, I said it!”
Cash on deck but niggas got credit
All my opps deaded, shotty prosthetic
Took my third leg all in her head
Off of them meds, know it’s shorans, uh
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[Outro: Ab-Soul & Fre$H]
Don Julio 17
Nigga, don’t you mean 70?
God damn, Soul, that’s on me
I don’t need nothing else to drink, the way I feel right–