Wale

[fox69]

"LoveHate Thing"

"LoveHate Thing"


[Hook:]
Hold me tight, let me go
Heal my heart, hurt my soul
Build me up, break me down
Make me smile, make me frown
Give me love, take it all away again
Give me love, take it all away again

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, ain't no love in the heart of city, that's what they told me
Beef with over 100 niggas, don't none of 'em know me
Son of a mother studying at UDC
Sitting in taxi cabs, where daddy roaming the streets
Seven hallelujahs, my sutana was clean
On everything I weared are the American tee's
This whole system the most prolific in the DMV
Listen when you get the keys it's seldom you don't get the beef
Make a nigga wanna get the piece to get the peace
You gon' need more than Wikipedia to get to me
PG to Mo County bet they all know about me
Every hood, every 'burb, I got superb balance
From the city that made me love you forever for it
Hope you celebrate every moment forever ignore it
You made me what I am, you made me what I'm not
They gon' love you a little different when you at the top

[Bridge 2x:]
Give me love baby
Not enough, not enough, just a touch baby
What the fuck baby, it's just us baby
This ain't right, this is life
This is love hate thing

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, my affinity grows as the city gets cold
As you reaching your goals, you gon' meet you some foes
Having dinner with Leonsis I'm dreaming to own
But for now me and my homies see the bottom floor
I'm trying to redefine the culture, and a bigger soul
Women in town but I'm manifesting every goal
I see potential in John, talk to him once a week
Media targeting our city in This Week
I lost a lot of friends, and they ain't even dead
When I was on my way up, why you ain't see the stairs
Lord father if I opted to follow them
My heart would tear from my dreams let me know that you here
And it's rare when I'm anywhere with too many heads
Niggas jealous and never tell it until they stare
How could you blame us envy?
We do the same thing for a living
Know the same niggas but they all commend me
Champagne I'mma spill it until we all fill up
Maybe it stopped me from giving a fuck about opinions
Probably not but I'm temporary out of fizux
AND TELL THE POST TO LEAVE propaganda TO politicians

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Loyalty"
(performed by Dew Baby)
(feat. Wale & Fat Trel)

"Loyalty"
(performed by Dew Baby)
(feat. Wale & Fat Trel)



[Intro - Dew Baby:]
I know where the fuckin' loyalty at
Where the fuckin' loyalty at?
Where the loyalty at?
All these diamonds boy, I know you see it
I'm like where the fuckin' loyalty at?
I know you see it
I know you see it
Woah, woah

[Hook - Dew Baby:]
I like where the fuckin' loyalty at
All these diamonds boy, I know you see it
When you grindin' where the fuck they be at?
And when you shinin' they don't wanna see it
I'm like where the fuckin' loyalty at? [x2]
When you grindin' where the fuck they be at?
And when you shinin' they don't wanna see it

[Verse 1 - Wale:]
No
Don't ask a nigga where that loyalty at
Ain't trynna hear it, nigga show me you that
And I'm with the shits somebody throw me a rag
Cause'll get you hit pay that lawyer fee fast
Ring buck, get 'em cleaned up
Reincarnate them all nigga
With more goose than a nigga duck
Brown juice give a nigga heart
What you niggas get ya cool from the liquor store?
Keep foolin' like a nigga, not real
On the real know some real live dealers that'll pull your card
Ho, I am not for no fugazi shit
Niggas jock the flow they pay me for
And it's cold in Baltimore
The drop was off, but I am not with no complaining bitch
I'm on some fuck the game that made me rich
I'm on some knuckle up and lay these mitts
Wait these niggas cool
They can't see the ball, they on some cut from Laney shit

[Bridge - Wale:]
Aye lil' boy where ya loyalty at?
My Solbiato where the Hoyas be at
PG & MoCo where my old ones is at
And if you hate me don't be throwin' me daps

[Hook - Dew Baby]

[Verse 2 - Dew Baby:]
Whoa
I'm like where the fuckin' loyalty at?
Nosy bitches, where my royalties at?
So that's why I stay where my homies is at
I roll with SB, I know they got my back
So I just took it back to the trap
Got me a bitch that work and strip at the trap
And I got her in there flippin' the pack
Shout to 155th that's a fact
So I just took a trip out to Harlem
And got the head and the whip with no problems
And any situations yes I maneuver
I'm not with Bird, then I'm prolly with Bouss-uh
Or then again I could be with Wow
We high-ed up and like to smoke all the loud
Fool like to ride around with the pump
I fuck around and knock yo' back in the front
Whoa

[Hook - Dew Baby]

[Verse 3 - Fat Trel:]
Hola, hola
I'm like 'where the fuck the loyalty at'?
Stripper bitches, where my royalties at?
My coke smokey be where the foil be at?
I mark this earth, I'm where the soil be at
So I just took a trip out to Cali
I'm sippin' lean, getting head in the Audi
Gucci and Louis, boy you prolly with Bally's
Me and Dew Baby only eat with the family
So I'm like where the fuck the ecstasy at?
Got hella sacks, hella packs in the trap
I'm over Tecs, I got this Mac in my lap
I put my tongue all in her butt, it's a wrap
With the UUV Honda with llamas
Bullshit, I put this pump to yo' mama
They ask 'where the fuck the Benjamins at'?
I'll fuck around and knock a front in the back

[Hook - Dew Baby]

 

[fox69]

"Make It Rain (Freestyle)"

"Make It Rain (Freestyle)"


I'm ballin ay [x4]
We ballin ay [x7]

I'm a make it rain
Straight shots, don't toast champagne
AKOD a lil bit a change
And these broads all know my name
Hol up
I'm a make it rain
Straight shots, don't toast champagne
Magic city a lil bit a change
And these broads all know my name
Let's get it crack
One time DC where da city at
If she give it to me now
She goin give it back
I'm a needa know now, can a brotha crack?
Or a brotha gota roll like a brotha act
I'm foolish shawty
I just wana know can we do this shawty?
Flower bomb on you and shawty
And I can be ya hole inta ya lips shawty
I'm a make it rain trick
This a lil change trick
Henny got me spinning like a fuckin hurricane kick
DC PG where I be
L-O-U-D air I breathe
She like me from that no hands but
I'm a need her to use no teeth
I ont know you chick, you ont know me
Baby I'm a dawg, tell them hoes all flee
Hot whip something cold on my feet
This is not somethin that I wrote for the Queens
You just do ya thing chick
I'm a letchu hang chick
She said she a magic city
Then I'm David Blane bitch
Wale Wale

 

[fox69]

"Mama Told Me"

"Mama Told Me"


[Chorus x2]
Mama told me there'd be days like this
But I ain't never ever think there'd be a day like this (Naw!)
Not now not ever, and now until forever you will never need another (Nigga!)

Look...
Sorry hiphop, it took me so long to get on but so long that I'm on it, it's on!
I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustla's, meanwhile
Showin' mama I ain't dropped out for nothin'!
I swear these dolla's gon' add up
And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
That's why I shine like I does, it's pain in my eyes but these east saints blind you to look
Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag, whoever tried to gravitate
G told me it's a city full of crimes, I'm feelin' like a platter at Philip's when I rap
As much as I wanted to be minisculed the fact is, they'd only be happy with a minstrel actor
Sorry Mr. Charlie won't chap dance, and fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam
I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here
My net is from jet setters to cab fares
Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand
Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared
I been called the ??
And I DC'd this whole fuckin' genre
And I ain't in it for them O's or them comma's
But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper
Yessir...

[Chorus]

The future is now, I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now
Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought
It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out
I would invest in a poncho, 'cause I ain't finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!)
Ima go until my arm's sore, fuck it! I go until my 40 millionth encore
Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me
I guess that's hip-hop heads on salary
We've had the tables, on them record labels
Who's next to release? We guillotine them
Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant everybody broke except the nigga on the track (Shit!)
And mama why you throw away my drums?
A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song
Nigga I'm a hundred miles far, I'm feelin' Chris Childs
You lookin' like Kobe Bryant ya'll
It's lonely at the top so I waited, but ain't nobody take it
Now I'm playin' solitaire patient
Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus
See me as blasphemous for I don't need them
God give me strength, Allah give me patience
I am only a man and I don't know what to think

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Mass Appeal (Freestyle)"

"Mass Appeal (Freestyle)"


UH
Lil 2 minute joint
Rest in peace Guru
Its cold as shit in this booth

[Verse: Wale]
I got that mass appeal
I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real
I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill
I give her vicodin relief you just an aspirin pill
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
They fuck with the message but they don't fuck with my etiquette
Its somethin they never get, but fuck it I represent
So I don't kid around like I'm searchin for surrogates
With no effort I'm iller, they won't breath what I'm spittin'
I'm controlling the air, like a Drizzy decision
I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different
Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision
Fuck it its MMG, Ima cross of def poetry and potentry
I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say
And these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday
Enemies sleep, nigga eat with ya, talk to ya
Walk with ya close enough until they get they teeth in ya
My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women
And real niggas gone see they end before they see a limit
Ambition, its a lot of people get it
And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter
Lord knows that four door fit eight women
Lappin' up bitches while literally lappin' all you niggas
Decathlon em, maccin' on em
Black power range rover, mofuckin' mastodon 'em
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
People be tellin' me I need me an african woman
I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one
Give orgasm's to women who scared to ask me to hold em'
Reputation is vital when you facin your rival
I'm from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you
Confused admirers go russel with bryant
I put this J in your face get a whiff of this michael
Mass Appeal and this bag I hit got me Alaskan Chill
I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big
And fuck you don't look up to me, my girl is 5'6"
I got some fire and shit
I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs I'm ghetto
In the hood I'm well-o over they head sometimes
Guess I'm ahead of my time
I swear I put this shit down without a gimmick or lie
I'd rather live in a prison setting then live in a lie
And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie
A couple posites I got, even penny'll stop
And I keep put em on punishment they won't ever come out

 

[fox69]

"MFS"
(feat. Fat Trel)

"MFS"
(feat. Fat Trel)



[Intro: Wale]
I know your situation ain't typical
And I think you gifted too
And I appreciate it
Now bust it open

(Whoa) (Dance, Dance, Dance) [x2]

I don't wanna come off complicatin
BUt I been not too fond of my new lady
I just can't work with an imagination
I just wan' see how far I can take her
She got me like

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
That mulan skin tone, with the china cheek bones
And the bandit ass, me, I just got some cash
And the girlfriend is bad you the best I never had
You should bring the choppa back, I'm a buy this bitch a bag
You know Ralph, he got the Lex, but we can sex it in the Jag
You and her be neck and neck, I got them stacks they in the bag
And them Texans goin ham, in Atlanta doin bad
I'm in Cali throwin bands, In Miami I ont dance
And bitch you know you'll be my favorite stripper
Just make sure that when I see you I'm a hit ya
At Stadium drinkin liquor takin pictures
I kiss some pussy and some swishers for my niggas

[Hook:]
Shoutout to my fuckin favorite stripper [x4]
-Shoutout to my fuckin favorite-

And when she bust it open I say
(Bust it, Bust it, Bust it) [x2]

[Verse 2: Wale]
Call me bae before she leave
Cause she say she make it easy to dance and dance
Gotta see it yourself believe me
Gotta piercin in her cheek got a piercin on her cat
And I'm thinking [?], fried wings is in the back
And I came with Lil Meatch, and I think he brought the strap
Ain't come to start no problems, just came to drop a stack
PJ and 'gnac, me Trel and Blac
Went from PG and broke to PJ's and land
Shoutout to my mother fuckin stripppers
I ain't bout to go in if they don't be showin nipples, catch up (ca ca ca catch up)
Shoutout to my fuckin favorite strippers
I'm such a fuckin tipper probably pay for twenty tit jobs, ge ge get up

[Hook]

Get lost in the ice from a bag of mine she might call me tonight
Then that force she decides to go home of course she says "I'm sorry" inside I'm blown
But I'll be ok, KOD with like 3 0k
Holmes from DOA give em Deon D
OD on bread if they can Beyonce
Shoutout to my fuckin favorite stripper
Onyx, Stadium, Magic, with big ones
Shoutout to Professions and the take 1
Even if I never get her I'm a get her (my nigga)

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Miami Nights"

"Miami Nights"


[Intro: Wale]
The streets is cold and the beaches is warm
The bitches is everything in between..

[Verse 1: Wale]
Who would believe this rap shit would have me well off
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
Yeah, can't wait til the wheels down
And I'm amazed you clown niggas is still around
Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed
I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud
Catching Heat floor seats and we all fresh
From coarse seats to court seats is progress, of course
Tell them other niggas "man up"
Tell Lebron drop 50 unless he playin' us
KOD a couple 50s like a precinct
Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick: oh shit
Chef creole, 2-seater
And my watch looking like it's all 3PO
2 V's in the street blowing trees with hoes
And more weed for me, shout out to Me-PO

[Hook: Wale]
Miami nights, it was all a dream
If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD
Little more weed, 1st class seats
1st class hoes, we on South Beach
Miami nights, it was all a dream
If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD
Drinks out, c'mon ,Drinks out, c'mon. Drinks out, c'mon

[Verse 2: Wale]
We at mansion, but no cape on
And that ass looking right, what you pay for it?
Look: I know you not gay or nothing
But we should find another girl with a tapeworm
I'm in a rental on collins
Me and my compadres, burning up Barneys
With a model and some [?]
My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised
With dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids
Its not far from white girls with big bread
And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking
But right there, they skill scheming, they not eating
Knowing they needy as a bitch, they don't need a reason
And when you repping Wet Willies you ain't even thinking

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale]
Ok black panamera, dash on a million
It ain't nothing better than a passionate woman
She graduated top of the class, Carol City or was it the west
Hold up I don't remember really, hold up
2 whips, 6 tattoos, no kids
And I heard you come alive, when you gonna live [?]
I ain't trying to be ignorant, but I'm leaving town in a little bit
Miami nights, ain't another one, until the buzz go away lets have a little fun
Paradise, get away, thinking why its not South Beach everyday

[Outro: Rozay]
We got the jet waiting on us at the airport homie
We got money to go get baby
Let's get it

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Mike Tomlin (Black & Yellow Freestyle)"

"Mike Tomlin (Black & Yellow Freestyle)"


[Wale:]
Black and Yellow bottles at my table, I'm ballin'
Black and yellow ladies at my section, I called 'em
Balck and yellow, balck and yellow SS
Black and yellow everything nigga, Mike Tomlin
Look at my carnage, bitches be astonished
Up at Wale college shows, edibles and bong hits
This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city Joe
Bout to get my city on, had to let me city go
Shout outs to my Philly hoes, told her drop that eagle o
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
Give a city bra's and make em soar black and all that
You don't sleep on nothing but a [?] and skull cap
Me I never call em back, she said that y'all go together
She just let me beat in you, an acapello kind fella, black and yellow
Yeah ain't that what the song say
What you calla lifetime, I just call a long day

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Ah ha, you know what it is...

[Wale:]
It's no days off, you ain't doing shit
Shout outs to them Taylors and them Jets fool
It feel like Woodstock in a nigga dressing room
Looking at my opposition like bust and move
From where they take them old beats and turn em into news
You can end this verse premature
But I got sceptics and some fans that just be needing more
Louie D don't see the score, going in and leave it gone
Flyer than a [?], I'm a [?] to reinforce
I don't be in wars, so I don't need a fort
I just be in the cut, my nigga Neil Spore
Some niggas slept on me but I don't see the snoring
Some niggas sayin' bullshit but they don't be important
They don't want, my attention, I'm cool cousin
A lil liquor a lil rose for my lil young'n
A nigga suffer, ain't eating nothing they still bluffin
While I go hard and spit retarded like them little busta's
I'm still buzzin', chick is something like nigga fuck it
Y'all little niggas like lil bustas with lil budgets
You lil niggas is silly you think my niggas budging
I think you niggas funny, I leave you niggas bludgeoned
Hold up... ok
Black and yellow j-force, always wear a rubber so they never ever late for it
Than we celebrate when they on it
She can nip it in the bud and leave that bitches face warm, yuughck!
In my best Pusha imitation
Bitch I be ballin' on the low like the chim is baking
And I'm a need some more Patron I don't want no chaser
I'm throwing hundreds at KOD, a little paper
And you're girl working out, I let my niggas train her
You Tim Tebow ass niggas probably still gater
I chump chump pussy if it smell good to me
And I don't do nothing to her but she do it to me
I'm trifling, damn right ignorant
Mic magnificant, you're all simpletons
It's a [?], bitches blind dating [?]
Baby I ain't liping, I just tend to keep my city there
On my back boy, holla back boy
Half a mill rap touring, Jerard Jack boy

Black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow
[Repeated]

[Outro]

 

[fox69]

"Mirrors"
(feat. Bun B)

"Mirrors"
(feat. Bun B)



[Wale:]
Mmm-mirror tell me I'm the realest
Since all these other niggas gg-gimmicks ll-lyrics
Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject.
C-could I be that nigga rejuvinatin l-lovers
Ddd-did I stutter the missing piece of the puzzle
Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble
Its easy on TV make them believe what they be seeing
M-mirrors never lie so they keep eyes up on they re-runs
For fear of what you show them, reality is golden
Real recognize real, you need some IV's to be noticed tho
One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals
What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

[Wale:]
Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all
That aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong?
It aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all

[Bun B:]
Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all
That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong?
It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all

[Bun B:]
Say there Mr. Mirror, put yourself up to yourself and in
Just take a look at the reflection thats reflectin in
Your own physical, superficial not spiritual
All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full
You need to hear it fool, but you dont want to listen cuz
You so f-full of your-s-self and you just sit and judge
You point em out, and call em up, and then s-sit em down
Then you put fertalizer, lyin, spread the shit around
But if you took a second Mr. Mirror, you would see
That you just mad at you man, you aint really mad at me
You took the hatred of yourself and just projected out
No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out
For real, you need to go away just like the rain song
Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong
So Mr. Mirror, man I'm just gon keep it G
If you can't look up at yourself,
How the fuck you lookin at me, mane.

[Bun B:]
Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all
That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong?
It is not hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all

[Wale:]
Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all
That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong?
It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all

[Wale:]
Mmm-mirror, tt-tell me she the realest.
I met her in the club and she wouldn't let me in it
S-seen her in a video, seen her in a magazine
See me I aint frontin', we aint see them titties last week
So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that?
I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that.
ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas
'09 Gold Diggers, walkin with a different path
Find a dummy, wrap him up, let him fuck, suck him up
Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one
No longer (Caffera?), Surgery and maskera
Looking at your money,
but c-can't look up in that mirror
Fearin what it show you, reality is gold
Real recognize real, real women dont know you
One of the coldest, the gracing On that pole
What them tempers dont see,
I bet that mirror gon show you.

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the realest of them all
That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong?
It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the realest of them all
That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong?
It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all

 

[fox69]

"MMG Under God"

"MMG Under God"



Head out the window screaming Maybach!
One in a million, baby, I did it
From the city of straight gorillas, it made me a winner
I bought a new whip, like to rap about it
Only difference between me and those niggas is that I actually got it
Yeah, I live it large, I'm a living legend
They know my presence from Spice Berry to Seat Pleasant
Southside but takin' But never let her luggage
Levitatin' Hova, I'm smokin' a holy confetti
They'll never take me under, they'll never say we under
You bitches not believe, no longer up-and-coming
Smart 8's by the waist, got the broads runnin'
A lot of G's in the piece, nigga frozen tundra
And I ain't trippin' 'bout a rapper these days
Money quicker than Jamaican relays
With that said, I relay
Life about the joy or pain, word to Beverly Mays
Black diamonds in the watch, it's ok to be late

Look, man, I do this for my culture
To let him know what a nigga look like
When it was just a pen and notebook
Back when I had no one
Never live on our knees, nigga, please
Nobody back where they showed up
Oh, lord, that's why he pray for me
These niggas outta line, I heard they playing for keeps
Well, I'm a self-made nigga, a well-paid nigga
So if a nigga need advice he can listen to me
I seen a nigga play the weapon leave a nigga deceased
Throwing nickels at the well but only changing my jeans
I ain't changing a thing maybe I'm part of the problem
I don' started a couple of parties where bodies were shot
Don' dissed some bitches had to carry some friends
Shit I've have been on my feeling but I got on a ten
I get over shit quick, under stand all my flaws, loyalty is a law
MMG Under God!

One Day, Just one day they gon' understand
this worn out heart of mine and subscribe to
this genuine article of mine
But never mind a brother you are do it as a
brother you love enough to correct.
The passion and the perfection over profession as I
religiously rep that double m shit
I pray for the poor, I pray for the rich
We gon' pray for these mentalities that only
contempt upon our salaries, chains and chicks
Shit, Imma pray for my enemies and Imma pray for my squad
By God its on us we gon for God twice as hard
For my cousin Bolu we real, free bugz free kano
Double M G though
Free Meek though!
Lets get it