at how they're lookin' at me DC chillin', PG chillin' My name Wale, and I came to get it Came to get it, came to get it My name Wale Shit, this how
all respect it I am the smelling-salt to whom soever narcoleptic Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate, they make it worth more. Chris Wale
Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are giving Questions existing Hey sweetheart, wassup boo whatchu up to? more club
election or the too cheap t-shirt sellers That's making revenue of a name we cherish As I end this letter One more thing you understand your impact on our race Sincerely Wale
If I told you I wanted to talk to you, You know, You'd think I'm try'na holla at you. And maybe I am but, You wouldn't hear me out anyways would you?
All the girls really want is fun Just a place that they can come So the ones eye has freak don?t run And last but not least please don?t tell no one
, she so sweet, shortie feed my ego Me bold dude, boladipo olu, whole crew, roll through Got more green than whole foods African queen got what you need, said my name Wale
[Verse 1] Yeah See, breaking up is hard, to move along it's even harder It's over she got colder, now can't locate where her heart is And I'm just being
gold models like I'm pro-New Orleans But shawty, I'm far from a saint But I got two AmEx's that look the same way Wale, D.C. that's me huh, my Prada
[Chorus] And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) She live her
can get the fuck from around me And if you listening know you wondering Where the fuck they found me Im from the 'Ville boy (Ay Wale, good looking.) [Chorus] [Wale
Chorus: All the girls really want is fun Just a place that they can come So their wild side has the freedom to run And last but not least please don't
hip-hop. Past, present and future. I can rap on some old Primo, sound like the present Sigo and make it feel like a sequal to the new me, bitch. I'm Wale
(Boy)Beautiful (x7) Uh, Chip on my shoulder big enough to feed Cambodia see I Neva fit into they quotas Sneakers wasn?t fitting and my knees needed
on a world tour Wale your man hustlin in each and every gutta with the mic in my hand New York,VA,DC,get paid We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin
(Wale) Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo I wear my Nike boots in Gucci I don't wear no Timbo I kick it any tempo I'm lifted off the indo I'm
(Verse 1) Dear sweetheart, wassup boo Whatchu up to? More club moves? I call her, no answer Her phone in the bag, she dancing Its four now, the clubs
the way your booty go All I want to do is sit back , and watch you move as I proceed to throw this cash [Waka Verse] All that ass In your jeans Can Wale
