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wale - chun li lyrics

[intro: wale]
real rap, peel back in the matte black
she ain’t at where i’m at, send that -ss back

[verse 1: wale]
hoes in the telly on the late night
smoking real good, my eyes late flight
she riding now, she tryna tell me where her heart was at
i’m like nah, what the face like
yea, i’m a straight shot
i’m a thorough n-gga but i’m a great guy
in a old car, a new paint job
my crew ain’t the squad, manute ain’t tall
who ain’t talking that sh-t the ballers get with – ralph
all of this sh-t is scholarship flow, i’m tossing free wisdom
i’m aware that my artistry different
i’m aware that my heart is by my cuff link
though i’m living a life with a lot of plush things
i’m living a life without trusting
yea, too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2pac’d
too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds
the irs, and a few broads

[break: wale]
real rap, peel back in the matte black
she ain’t at where i’m at, send that -ss back
i’mma tell you why these guys staying, where they at
cuz these n-ggas ain’t fly and they can’t rap

[chorus: wale]
yup yup, can a n-gga flow
yup yup, got a million hoes
yup yup, when a n-gga step out in a pair of what’s those
yup yup, all the n-ggas go
yup yup, at a n-gga show
live b-tches at a n-gga show
yup yup, when a n-gga step out in a pair of what’s those
yup yup, all the b-tches go

[verse 2: nipsey hu$$le]
yop yop, n-gga getting rich
yop yop, n-gga bought a six
yop, i, bought a spot on the top floor
and my view from the living room, it go off sh0r-
yea, yop yop, n-gga on his tip
yop yop, n-gga never slip
nah, hold up, wait a minute with that homie sh-t
i was on my grind, and you ain’t never loan me sh-t
i was on a mission, n-gga you ain’t never load a clip
hold up, you remind me of my old b-tch
hold up, why you always on that ho sh-t
man hold up, got me talking ’bout some old sh-t
so i get back to the money, say i’m acting funny
face everywhere, thank god i ain’t ugly
see him in the mirror, they say god is above me
in a porsche panamera, smoking weed, getting skully
yop, so come get me if you want me
me and my buddy, leave sh-t real bl–dy
yellow tape on the beat, it’s no wonder why they love me

[verse 3: wale]
it’s a whole lotta ‘gnac, not a lot to chase
and the hoes in the back, they ain’t tryna wait
she open thighs and i’m close-minded
this is cashmere thoughts meets north face
this is iceberg slim with some more game
this is martin payne, n-ggas pam james
that’s a d-mn shame, n-ggas without game
call them all the time, i call ’em any name
i am highly respected amongst young dames
rolling up sour, bumping sweet james jones
g thing made g’s, speaking g code
on fire, make a riot be a free show
beat the beat up, get a couple knots
i am nothing like these m-th-f-ckin’ other guys
them pr’s sitting hard with them number nines
in the fall, they be talking that the summer’s mine

- wale lyrics

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