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wale - first class lyrics

[hook:]
fell asleep in first cl-ss
hoes callin’ my phone but f-ck it
i get to ’em when i land
and i ain’t tryna land cause time is money
so while you worry bout the hoes, i kill shows
and bag more clothes
it’s polo: check
these jordan 4œs: check
these women know, what i’m on
(what i’m on)

[verse 1: wale]
look, doing life from the 36th floor
tryna renovate the game, i ain’t happy with the score
hol’ up
insubordinate for good reason
as i coordinate the perfect feature
uhh, a working genius, a work of art
that’s how i see it
cause i can bring you to your dreams like salvia
holiday season, obama’s good neighbour
i ain’t talkin to neither but got comma’s in my statement
my b-tches f-ck me good
in the morning make me bacon
and even when i make ’em, mad still make em naked
and i don’t take no dames out
i just spit my game out
she don’t give her n-gg- head cause i f-ck all her brains out
hey, that’s cold blooded
hey, these hoes love it
roll up was $4, doja was four hundred
dolce gabbana stuntin’
a young n-gg- love it
why ya’ll be gettin’ mad
we only gettin’ money

[hook]

[verse 2: big sean]
okay today i was the freshest in my area
freshest in the neighbourhood
freshest in america
f-ckin b-tches chasing paper
i feel like i’m alterior
boi, i’m historical
i cause the hysteria
ok, what’s a better accessory?
my all gold rolly or the b-tch that’s standing next to me
or the one in front of me
or the chick leaving
lightin’ reef up like it’s the holiday season
woah there, woah there, these n-gg-s can’t f-ck with me
they too little
i’m animal you can’t talk to me
unless you are dr dolittle
welcome, we-welcome to the good life
heard you had a bad day, well let’s make it a good night
but they say we ain’t big
turn us to a suge knight
let’s swim in alcohol and hop up on that red-eye kush flight
and when i’m old, i’ll probably die getting some head
i’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
b-i, boi, boi…

[hook]

[verse 3: b.o.b]
from my sh-ll toes to my brim brim
i’m an old soul with my pimp limp
i roll up and i sip sip
whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip
but we stay cool, we don’t miss miss
through the grapevine yeah they diss diss
when they feel safe on some b-tch sh-t
i’m first cl-ss on my trip trip
with two chicks, s-d-stic
we touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click
she so hysterical, she say my life ain’t regular cause
i be doing rich sh-t, you know, baller sh-t, etc

[hook]

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