Correction Lyrics Who Wants What by Ab-Soul

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Yeah
I own property and land, I'm in popular demand
'Cause the catalog is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant
If you dissin', you get hit, that's just a part of who I am
I'm Italian, I can't help it, we love talkin' with our hands
Had to conjure up a plan, launch a monster from a man
Your favorite singer 'round my crib, it's big, it's Ariana Grand
Sayin' "Sorry" in advance, I got Paul McCartney fans
Rockin' Marnie, this ain't Barneys, I'm a star, [?] to these bands
Hardly vanish, steady lookin' for a Bentley to cop
'Cause as of late, being a rappers is the deadliest job
Why you think I got like six guns around the crib? Just pick one
Five, six, pull the stick, I swear like I feel like 6-1
But let me chill, death is not a jokе, this ain't Wendy Will'
'Cause this Henny still got mе wide like Henry Hill
Very ill, my entrepreneurial phase is long
Out-rap your favorite rapper then drop your girl's favorite song
Who f**kin' with me? I feel like Shaq on the magic
I studied the dream, ooh, you got lucky Hakeem
Plaques in countries I ain't seen, I am a money machine
Still go like [?] f**k me, it seems
Bet I struck a nerve, I'm a boss, there's no one I'm employed by
That's why every show I do looks like a f**kin' Floyd fight
You're annoyed by my confidence, how beta of you
You didn't feed your wolves, so now they 'bout to take you for fool
So enough people to talk, from the stands, I ain't hearin' 'em
And my J's ain't dirty, this is sand from the pyramids
Dave Mirror sh*t, with the bars I'm a legend
Jennifer wouldn't f**k me, had to garner her attention
Yeah, am I ungrateful or ambitious? Or maybe I'm both
I'm cuttin' off my crazy b*t*hes or maybe I won't
This is inspirin', but tirin' too
I'm 'bout to fly her in, but I would never buy her a coupe
I don't reply to her nudes, off the wine I get rude
Hired a McLaren , but then I had to fire the roof
All this truth that I give like Paul Pierce [?]
God talks to me, I'm Will Smith, I'm all ears runnin'
I love it, diverse the planet, then I work the strategy
Took a lot of swings they did, this ain't the first at bat for me
Heard you mad at me, I hurt you casually
What hurts you actually is I'm a f**kin' boss, I gave my circle salaries
This is Nipsey mixed with Kobe, yeah, I merge mentalities
Y'all got hurt anatomy, I got merch in factories
Shippin' out global, multi million dollar mogul
Lately I been bumpin' Roddy Ricch, and feelin' antisocial
I been vocal
Givin' gems, but I'm elite, so I'm givin' opals
My circle gettin' tight, and now I swear this sh*t's an oval
My mind is mobile, it's omnipresent
I wrote the book of my beliefs that people follow
Gotta call me legend
f**k all these peasants that be hatin' on me, sh*t
Ask the last guy what happened when you playin' with me
One more time
f**k all these peasants that be hatin' on me
Ask the last guy what happened when you playin' with me

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