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wale - routine lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
yeah
so much money you gotta put that sh-t on a scale, n-gga
we ain’t never goin’ back to being broke
one time for all my young n-ggas in the trenches (woo)

[pre-chorus: meek mill]
ain’t chasing a b-tch, i’m chasing a dream (you know the routine)
ah, d-mn, look what a n-gga done made of the team (you know the routine)
i know why they jealous, i be on the type of stuff they never seen (you know the routine)
whole ‘nother level, i sh-t on them n-ggas and ain’t even mean it (whoa, whoa)

[chorus: clemm rishad]
young n-gga blowin’ old money, spend a milli’, make it back (whoa, whoa)
made enough off a old hustle, i don’t even gotta rap (whoa)
grind and i get it, stack and i spend it, you know the routine (you know the routine)
poppin’ them tags, gettin’ them bags, you know the routine, hey (you know the routine)

[verse 1: wale]
mike amiri put a hole in my jeans
i ain’t playin’, in a whole ‘nother league
go to philly, then i go to reddys
then i get a rollie, then i meet a b-tch
and then i get a zip
and then i take a dip into her womanness
i feel like carson wentz
i got the wisdom
if a n-gga sit the bench
i got a funny feeling that you n-ggas fooling
boy, he still the coldest
this the moment i come different, yeah
yeah, bape, folarin, no monkey business
can’t h&m us, no
shout out to women in cape town
africa’s always a great time
donald said all of us live in huts
i tell him, “dummy, go to lagos”
oh, you n-ggas like to play tough?
you really hatin’ ’cause your pay stub
philly women really chillin’ with me
now i really can’t stop sayin’ jawn
the double-m-g is back, mo’
see me with sneak and with fat boy
see, they can sleep on my raps, they have
but who really, really can bag hoes? (whoa, whoa, folarin, b-tch)

[verse 2: meek mill]
you know how we living, i ain’t gotta post it (i don’t)
i ain’t even boastin’ (yeah)
how many times i gotta tell you ’bout these ‘raris and wraiths and ghosts? (skrrt-skrrt)
how many times i gotta tell you that i mob, la cosa nostra? (the mob)
how many famous b-tches do i gotta f-ck for the love of the culture?
oh lord, everything kosher
came in this b-tch with a chip on my shoulder (whoa)
took it to vegas (vegas)
i bet it all at the table at poker (whoa)
just look at they faces (faces)
i know they don’t like how i’m f-cking them over (they don’t)
these n-ggas is crazy (crazy)
you never gon’ catch me out rockin’ a choker (no)
i’m on some sh-t right now, i feelin’ lit right now (lit right now)
we catch a snake in the gr-ss, he gettin’ clipped right down (brrt, brrt)
i got a hundred in cash, i’m ’bout to spend right now (spend right now)
they try to put me in last, but what do it look like now? (woo)

[verse 3: rick ross]
fingerprints on that dope money
healy sent you to a new crib (huh)
bad b-tch speak pig latin
tussionex with a new seal (huh)
sticker price with the white bricks
raekwon with the wu deal (woo)
slice a pie and we all eat
stick a straw in my cough syrup
i don’t f-ck with these weirdos
swear to god, it be paranoid
treat a jet like it’s a cab fare
sold a brick, came back for it
your whole clique be your pallbearers
r-i-p for a small error
black phantom, blessed pharaoh
black bo’, rest well (bo)
collins ave in a high rise
cocaine white skyline
what i labeled a memoir
to broke n-ggas is sci-fi
bad b-tch on my sideline
name tatted on five wives
stackin’ money like mayweather
and they heard i got nine lives

- wale lyrics

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