feat bun b tre from ucb pusha t wale – the heavy song (feat. bun b, tre from ucb & pusha t) – wale lyrics
back in the gold gold
back in the cold?
that fly sh-t i’ve been on
come on
meet the one and only
yeah homie, i’m thelonious
blowing, pause, no trumpet i’m on
faux pas never
and so far clever
they hatin’ on a youngin’
get you x like cars
xl no, i was on world tour
and when i touch back
who you thinkin’ they call
yeah, still high two-steppin’ it
do it for the capital
wale ovechkin
sb hundreds
yes dear, i’m on that venison
more or lindros
flyer than the rest of them
mind my intentions
they ain’t nothing similar
sideways, talk ’em at you neck like zindy
flash, i be on
your highness
then i might get my underground king on
dc hip-hop, get my u street on
cops actin’ funny
see, they get they blue streak on
dmv, we gone
it’s bun b
the? zone
pa’s trillist, chillin’ in my pa zone
i heard ’em try to say that pa’s gone
you heard wrong, motherf-cker
cause pa’s home
and on the real, we never left
like the right of way
servin’ and swervin’
from dusk to first light of day
you got that good, player
light away
don’t care if we gonna ride and sip
and smoke a whole night away
and i don’t like a j
i fire up the -ss end
of the blunt, take a hit
and get to p-ssin’
you wanna hit it, no
don’t even get to askin’
cause it’s a close circle
don’t try to jump your -ss in
you need more weight to leverage
i lay you down, you ain’t gettin’ up
unless was givin’?
i cd like the district of columbia flipped
so i’m really hopin’ that none of you trip
because i’m
back in the gold gold
look at the showboat
leaves is cocoa
comin’ by the boatload
chains, promo
playclothes logo
i’m linux out of belly
you see me walkin’ in slow-mo
or hoppin’ into something with some low-pros
up and down with the roof
the top is like a yo-yo
yuugh
the makings of a mogul
i’m up and down with the price
the corner’s playin’ pogo
who f-ckin’ with the mojo, no show
without the red nose
i see the clown in you bozos
pusha pitch it like he nomo
strikin’ them switch hitters
dodgin’ popo
dmv’s fo sho, though
throw dough
baby, we can treat chevy chase like little soho
spend a day filming through findy? hobos
reap the benefits and rewards
of how i’m blow dough
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