Let's Ride (Explicit)-Wale/Daniel Merriweather

歌手 : Wale / Daniel Merriweather

专辑 : No Days Off (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:44

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TXT Let's Ride (Explicit)-Wale/Daniel Merriweather 文本歌词

Let's Ride f Daniel Merriweather - Wale

You know guys, it's really Nick's decision, dude

What happens with this mixtape

This is totally 100 Miles and Running,dude

I couldn't get any drops from any famous people so

I'm just gonna say it myself, dude

I appreciate you downloading the mixtape, however

You got it, whatever, you know

So, what I need you to do right now is

Roll your windows up keep blowing on something

The AC blowing on you

Tell your girl don't talk to you for about 2 minutes

And 30 seconds, 3 minutes

Or however long we about to do it

Yeah, you, don't say nothing, okay?

Just bob your head like you get it

Peace to Maryland, but still an uptown roamer

Aroma, strong enough to bring em outta coma

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

Necessarily rough em, I'm a fighting armadillo

No fumbalaya, no fumblerooski

One choke of this you a note from Mariah high

Wale they call me Tiger Stripes

I'll forever move any cat they admire mine

With that MJ flow they hurl mine to my

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

You see my mind's a bomb sitting behind my eyes

Detonating when I rhyme a rhyme

So in layman's terms my words burn

There you lying a rhyme

Also, this mothaf**ka got a nine to five

Hardest spitting mothaf**ka this side of the line

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be loving this side

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

But the same deposition take an L every time

And I'm no Los Rogers, no Mike Williams

Holla at ya boy young Roy's in the kill sh*t

Home of the terrapins, beware of the Gilchrist

W**d's played out, they on that pill sh*t

A bad mothaf**ka, where that MILFs at?

I work overtime, Millsap

Y'all Millhouse, blew y'all head

Pause, you not near Wa-le

Who not fear? Dawg, yeah, dawg, you, them E-T-C

I.E. I get sick, white tee, I be kicks

Ya'll be highly obliged when I drop my sh*t

Me and you I think we should ride

Come on come on come on come on

Don't worry just done get inside

Come on come on come on come on

I can't promise this verse will be better than the first

But still how you niggas I get jacks on the first

In search of my perfection, no gotta love it further

In search of my direction, my genre is certain

It's hip-hop, not pop

Been waiting for the real, real long like skirts at a sock-hop

I like b**ches in Air Maxes without socks

And when they wear makeup I'm like No sir

I can't f**k with the alter

Sorta like a dyke that I altar

I gotta bounce, I don't call her

I just bounce like there's no hole

Barry Sanders on turf

That means I have no block

True, indeed, I don't rep no block

I rep for the people that rep hip-hop

And it don't stop

I went to school with the white boys

So I can understand the plight for em

But I don't mean to finna fight for em

I ran the street with the street niggas

So I can understand police victims

But I don't mean to finna speak for em

I mean to speak for em

With the s'more from the narrative

Check it

And you can tell everyone

I ain't finna lie and I aint finna fake

It's Wale Folarin, I tell you how it is

State your f**king biz

If ya'll about to hate then alleviate the diss

And talk some more sh*t

Ready?

Me and you I think we should ride

Come on come on come on come on

Don't worry just done get inside

Come on come on come on come on