PAROLES
Ray Vaughn & Ab-Soul – Sandcastles Lyrics
[Intro: Ray Vaughn]
I shoot
[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn]
I aim with a whole lot of hostages (Uh)
Usin’ a [?], I’m quick to block a bitch (Block)
I’m oozin’ with confidence (Huh)
I might buy a continent, uh (Yeah)
The golden child, either way, I’m still the man of the house
My bitch want flowers on Valentine’s Day, I tod her she should start plantin’ ’em now
Never watch Cosby but I watch Bill
All them free lunches turnin’ to mills
My brother in orange, he want an appeal
They openin’ cases, deal or no deal?
My birth certificate say, “Silent Hill”
L.A. County said my bounty get killed
The shit they can’t stomach, who took bad pills?
We livin’ to die and dyin’ to live, bitch
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Had to chеck my bitch (My bitch)
County cheques and whip (Whip)
Blew a bag in Niеmans (In Niemans)
Fucked around and glitched (Let’s get it)
Hot sauce on my fish (On my fish)
New ass for my bitch (For my bitch)
Turnt up off a lick
The lil’ homie just glitched, ayy
[Verse 2: Ray Vaughn]
The lil’ homie got five hundred when he ran it up off EDD
A year later, he back broke, robbin’ white folks on Beverly
All F on my report card, got a list full of felonies
Better learn to choose your words better, that’s the quickest way to put your life in jeopardy
Shoot the coin maker, get it too
Probably bury more if we drew
I be at the cornerstore like I poop
I was twenty-five when I ate NOBU
I pushed through, I pushed through
If I let you tell it, I’m ‘posed to fail
All of the homies are dead or in jail
McDonald’s Sprite, I’m strong as hell, bitch
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn & Ab-Soul]
Had to check my bitch (My bitch)
County cheques and whip (Whip)
Blew a bag in Niemans (In Niemans)
Fucked around and glitched (Let’s get it)
Hot sauce on my fish (On my fish)
New ass for my bitch (For my bitch)
Turnt up off a lick (Ayy)
The lil’ homie just glitched (Man, Soulo)
[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Get off my dick, unless you thick
Naked and great with your lips
I got a lot of patience but don’t keep me waitin’, that ain’t it
The roster’s crazy like Haitians, Jamaicans, ain’t tellin’ no lie
Got some shottas lookin’ forward to slide
Linin’ the sandbox, bought your block
Text went green, I thought I was blocked
But I was not, nah, she was up on a yacht
Makin’ a play with an athlete on a team, I cannot say
That’s a hustle I cannot knock, I respect the game, bitch
It’s trickin’ and [?], what more can I say?
It’s another glitch in the matrix
[Bridge: Ray Vaughn & Ab-Soul]
Got it out the mud and made a sandcastles (Made a sandcastles)
Fuck that shit (Fuck that shit)
Before I go to sleep, I check my front and back door (Back door)
Can’t trust that bitch
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Had to check my bitch (My bitch)
County cheques and whip (Whip)
Blew a bag in Niemans (In Niemans)
Fucked around and glitched (Let’s get it)
Hot sauce on my fish (On my fish)
New ass for my bitch (For my bitch)
Turnt up off a lick
The lil’ homie just glitched
