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[with Black Cobain] WALE Ringtones Send "4 A.M." Ringtone to your Cell WALE Ringtones [Black Cobain:] Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking How you killing my highs I hope you built the coffin I got virgin lungs please excuse the coughin Think I'm bout to blow, they call me George from boston Respect is never given so I confiscate it Get acquainted with mine I get them aclamated Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice Had to escape the life This ain't for all and every people, don't compare me to rappers I'm trying to be like The Beatles, Give me some soul money, niggas is gassed up Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut No snakes, royalty hating niggas don't get no pussy So it's more for me, she invited me in her mouth You know it's cordially we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to me All my niggas is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen I spitting bars the metronome the money machine A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was part of my dream And Wale told me fuck ya'll, so we fuck ya'll, we don't love ya'll Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call Letras de cancionesThe way your heard of that, the way yo heard of y'all [Wale:] Dogging, Hard listen mean mugging For when niggas don't see their C's till they see the judges Dark side of town, baby mama blues, When drama ensues niggas and dama can sue Old lying ass defensive ass boys Why you knock that bitch up if you can't tend it out boy I'm a tenant my opinion is monumental I'm here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil Got indelible colors, only look where they're buzzing I'm at Dallas with luggage fly straight to the money And you don't understand my slang my colloquial's lovely So they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or something Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or something Shady bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust me Make the least of you haters, make the most of your money Have that consistence drive long as your motor's running I used to heat up mama house by opening ovens Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it's coming That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my nigga Cole busy, but genius is back I light up my spliff take a sip of my yack Thinking back of when the city weren't thinking of rap They weren't thinking of rap, they weren't giving a fuck Now everywhere I go they be giving it up I seen it all from a dime to a quarter They had that rocking like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my nigga Ricky We always pray for polo, we miss you little Penny We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but it's mad semi's Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly This where they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty Yeah, go and ask fifty They love you then they hate you, go and ask fifty Go and ask fifty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than sibling Who got the juice nigga? Juice nigga, Juice nigga, Work, work, work, work, work. From Letras Mania