Wale

[fox69]

"The Guilty Pleasure (No Hands)"
(feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Roscoe Dash)

"The Guilty Pleasure (No Hands)"
(feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Roscoe Dash)



[Roscoe - Chorus:]
Girl the way you're movin'
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies dis yo jam
I'ma sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money
While you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back
And watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Waka - Verse 1:]
(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Whoa, Whoa)
All that ass
In yo jeans
Can Wale be
Can Roscoe scheme
Long hair she don't care
When she walk she get stares
Brown skin or a yellow-bone
DJ this my favorite song
So I'ma make it thunderstorm
Bud, want it Flocka yea
Blowin' fuck it I dont care
Chests' flyin' everywhere
Got my partner Roscoe, like bruh
I'm drinkin', help can't you tell
Booze help me hit them 15 steps ?
I'm fuckin', well I'm tryna hit the hotel
With 2 girls that swallow me
Take this dick while I'm swallow ?
Moscato got her freaky
Aye you got me in a trance
Please take off yo pants
Pussy pop on her handstand
You got me sweatin'
Please pass me a fan damn!

[Roscoe - Chorus:]
Girl the way you're movin'
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies dis yo jam
I'ma sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money
While you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back
And watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Wale - Verse 2:]
(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She said look ma no hands
She said look ma no hands
And not darling I don't dance
And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka
I think I deserve a chance
I'm a bad mothafucka
Gon' ask some mothafuckas
A young handsome mothafucka
I sling that wood
I just don't chuck 'em
And, who you wit
And, what's yo name
And, you not hear boo, I'm Wale
And, that D.C. shit I rep all day
And, my eyes red cuz of all that haze
Don't blow ma, ha
Let me shine
Drumma on the beat
Let me take my time
Nigga want beef we can take it outside
Fight for what broad
These hoes ain't mine
Is you out yo mind
You out yo league
I sweat no bitches
Just sweat out weaves
Where our tracks
Let me do my thing
I got 16, for this Roscoe thing
But, I'm almost done
Let me get back to it
Whole lotta loud
And a little backwood
Whole lotta money
Big tip I would
I put her on the train

Little engine could, bitch

[Roscoe - Chorus:]
Girl the way you're movin'
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies dis yo jam
I'ma sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money
While you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back
And watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Roscoe - Verse 3:]
(Roscoe Dash, let's go)
R-O-S-C-O-E Mr. shawty put it on me
I be goin' ham
Shawty upgrade from baloney
Them niggas tippin' good
Girl but I can make it flood
Cuz I walk around
With pockets bigger than my bus
Rain, rain go away
That's what all my haters say
My pockets stuck on overload
My reign never evaporates
No need to eleberate
Most of these ducks exaggerate
But, I'ma get money nigga
Everyday stuntin' nigga
Ducks might get a chance after me
Bitch I'm ballin'
Like I'm comin' off of free throws
Cuz the head of the game
No cheat codes
Lambo, Roscoe
No street code
And your booty got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go
G-gon' and do yo dance
And, I'ma throw this money
While you do it wit no hands
(I'm gone!)

[Roscoe - Chorus:]
Girl the way you're movin'
Got me in a trance
DJ turn me up
Ladies dis yo jam
I'ma sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money
While you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the flo'
I love the way your booty go
All I want to do is sit back
And watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash

 

[fox69]

"The Helium Balloon"

"The Helium Balloon"


[Seinfeld:]
So you're the balloon, you've got that helium, and we travel with you through the string. So we're going up there with you even though we're on the ground. We can't fly, I can't sing, I can't make music, but I can get a-- I can buy it. So I can get a balloon. I can't fly, but I can get a helium balloon

I used to put my faith in the yarn, and now communication is gone
I agree we've gone distant, my new location the charts
Naw, mm, can't count the days, but let's just say five
Years, coming of age, it make you blow by your day job
So cry for me, wild for me
It's a horror story, eyes 20/20s that I-M-E your normal C
And I'd be different gettin' diplomas in peace
But gettin' applause and across, I'm hittin' Diplo for a beat
Slight work to Dahi, it's a purpose y'all see
In a world of dopplegangers, niggas ain't worth the copy
You capiche? You got me cold
Niggas'll fly you up this high, won't let you fly to the moon
Goin' up!

They love your moves made 'til you make moves
Achievin' new feats every few 8 shoes
16, took a nigga dream different
Had SOBs lookin' like it's new Supreme in it
See that the line's been beastin'
The main attraction, I got 'em hangin' their cleats up
I've been keepin' it G
It's levels to this fellow, hello I resemble the cheat codes
Some shit good, some shit fly
Some love to see you blow, they don't want see you pop
Shit good, some shit nah
Some shit recycled like second timers in Tour de France
First you picked up, now you pick the part
You get too fun 'til your core fans au revoir
They like, "You stuck with us, cause you let him fly"
Swear this life is like a helium balloon, I'm sorry
But I gotta fly

[Jerry Seinfeld:]
Now when a kid gets a helium balloon, he's holding that string and he's keeping this balloon from going anywhere. But he also wants to let it go

Gave you a contract, stay true through all that
Came through with Ross, writin' bangers for y'all
But I ain't lose my content, fuck all that nonsense
Diverse with rappin', I'm a writer with passion
Tell the purist that laugh I don't reach out for daps
Cause "No Hands" triple platinum
Better writings for retail, why not see my detail?
Gettin' box office spins, only box I fit in
Is by thigh on a female
So they hatin' me for that, sayin' I just make women songs
It's perfect style every, versatile got me right where her walls at
Still know what my core needs, so fuck who ignores me
For I need niggas, I purchased 3 mirrors and show y'all what's for me

[Jerry Seinfeld:]
So he wants to let it go and he wants to catch it. Eventually he loses it, he doesn't want to lose it

[Magazeen:]
Why they give a fuck about the songs I write?
As long as my tugs and my fans been nice
Movin' forward with my life
Crucify me, man of Jesus Christ
Man I do 'em no favor
Cause 'nough of them are traitor
Them a real bite, biter
Them are try take your glory and your energy
Buffalo soldier
Send us a sentimental gangster
I mean a sinner, boy me 'fraid of
Them are try take your glory and your energy

Whatever, tell 'em it's whatever
Wanna see me good or never see me better?
Fuck 'em, can't say nothin'
Cause the same hand heal you might cut you
Fuck 'em, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Cause the same hand heal you might cut you
Whatever, tell 'em it's whatever
Wanna see me good or never see me better?

 

[fox69]

"The Hype"

"The Hype"


[Jerry Seinfeld:] I love it when people are complimented on something they're wearing
And they accept the compliment as if it was about them
"Nice tie", "Why thank you, thank you very much"
The compliment is for the tie, it's not for you
But we take it, and that's kind of the job of clothes
To get compliments for us, because it's very hard to get compliments based on your human qualities
Right, lets face it, no matter how nice a person you are
Nobody's gunna come say, "Hey, nice person!"
It's much easier to be a bastard, and just try and match the colors of it

Yea, testing testing, one, two
Very happy to be here
Just wanna talk about, a couple things today
It's a term we like to use, or they like to use
To talk about people, like them
You'll soon understand
Anyways (DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE!)
Here we go

On behalf of the half-witted, I'll be half-witted
At times cuz the hole in me is that gifted
It makes the lesser-knowing jealous
The message I've been sending them at times is irrelevant
Check! Yet to many of them, never unlight [?]
I'm that phat, any track give em cellulite
You dark-minded, confused, I can sell you light
Because I sell my life in every letter that I right
Streetwear's like rap, see a lot of hype
And hype kills, thank Ben for that insight
100's on my mind, why is 100's on my mind
Thinking how Bobby get em buying every time
Is the hype, to some, to others, it something
They can say "I got it, and it's nearly one of one"
Still I wonder, I be in Supreme
And wore it on the cover of the URB
And through all my achievements, you would prolly think
When I'm buying gear, them niggas at least speak to me
But let me lead you to the reason they don't need to
Cuz some niggas go outside there and sleep for it HYPE!
I'll let you niggas call it
Fuck if they don't speak, I appreciate the quality
No need to quarrel for the lack of the not received[?]
Cuz I'll be back for the newest release, it's called HYPE!

[DJ break loop]

I hear the Mecca all the time
Hoping that the 4 line fall right in line
For all who ain't buying it because
They wan't (wasn't) in more stores
Ironically you are what you call
HYPE-BEASTS
That might be the reason
OG niggas started switching to adidas
Resellers, yea selling is a hustle
Can't sass none who among em
But I can still lavicate[?] the other
Cuz I do love it
I hate to see mediocre kicks getting doubled
In the price, precisely why I don't buy
No sb's after year '05
Those Dino's, sue me, I lied
I paid too much for em, fuck it, ain't proud
But the hype (hype), no man can avoid this
We fall victim to it more or less
What's coming out, I need the appointment
I need the applause of the orges[?] my garments perform for em
So far I been flawless, I been out
Like them all overprint garments that's on them HYPES!
Directed like Williams, perfected my fit til' I'm feeling like millions
Shades are a billion dollar edition
The lights on the ceiling are off, but still them
Cover my face in the shade
A case of the Spade
In case she occasions with Jay, HYPE!
And I don't even like the flavor
But took it to the face, they appreciate my taste, HYPE!

[DJ Break Loop:]
And that's word to my tastebuds man, some of that champagne shit is nasty
Give me a shot of that Imperials, and Remy or something
I don't know about all that champagne
That Rozay shit...It's the HYPE
YUCK
This one's for you Mr. Music man, listen to me

It go HYPE, yea
That's right Mr. Music man
You passed up, now you feeling bad
You passed up, wasn't feeling that
You say I lack that
So you ain't like that, nah
You ain't write back
"He's just another muthafucka with a backpack"
That's DC shit, we can't grab that
He can't gravitate over the masses
He likes a song with a snap or a hand clap
He don't got a dance, thus, he don't have a chance
I got some heat in my latest plan
We found a cat with a record, he live out in Texas
His myspace is over seven digits
The radio play him every second
The second that I see him we gon' get em'
And turn this rap singer to a ringer
As far as Wale, fuck his people
He prolly die out by the course of next season
What the fuck is a dig dug, I really don't get it
Plus he is not impressive on them little BDS's
So I ain't gon' stress it, it's nothing but a buzz
A little bit of Regional, nobody give a fuck
A year later, nothing but love
Went from something they ain't love, to something they could afford
Now fill the void
This for all those who lack faith in me
But now see it's real and wanna create with me
You cheap motherfuckas, bow out out gracefully
You gon' need some HGH to race with me
They say the tasteless boast every time they made it
Well I ain't made shit (spits), I don't taste shit
So say this no, Craig let me say this
Fuck all you hypes from the labels in the labels, HYPE!

[DJ Break Loop:]
AND I'm GONE!
Before I go, I just wanna say one more thing
When I grow up, I wanna be like Reggie
BYE!

 

[fox69]

"The Intro About Nothing"

"The Intro About Nothing"


[Wale:] Time to clock in, baby
[Jerry Seinfeld:] Yeah
[Wale:] You ready?
[Jerry Seinfeld:] Yes, I was ready last time
[Wale:] We gon' call this "The Intro About Nothing." It's gon' go like this:

[Hook:]
Lord, my all, what you think of it?
Been on this long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it's 'bout that I sing of nothing

Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny finished
Hard to be friendly with women who've seen too many niggas
So I keep my circle small, you need reduction
Never too much friends, what is your circumference?
I swear to God, times is hard, but they're getting better
Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive
Gubana made the level, and I never missed a supper
But still my hunger's like a fucking model at a buffet
I'm with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better
But dollar signs never mind, and he keep a zero
And if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks
And leave the room when a nigga try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild nigga living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm destined to be
They keep saying, "Grow up"

[Hook]

I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my shit in check
And shit get easier when dreams of chasing respect
Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set
Getting high, getting by as my mind fly
Just bought my homie a Roley simply to pass time
And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your side
And if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five
Severed ties with any nigga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music
And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish
You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly
Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud
It's a shame niggas lame, but I'mma hold it down
Let my bread roll, never let my friends go
That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your fucking crown
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, wild niggas sit in your seat
Know every weekend every liquor for free
With chilly roller for leaf, nothing so silly, bitch, I sow what I reap
Double M Genius, make these bitches so deep
I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my cardio in the audio and you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets
Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit when you pee
Hold up

I figure, they don't care nothing 'bout albums.
So why not give 'em an album about - [chuckles].
Hey, you better sing that shit, nigga.
This how you start the motherfucking show.
My fourth joint in a row.
The moon's in the motherfuckin' sky, all rise

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"The Kramer"

"The Kramer"


[Michael Richards:]
Shut up! 50 years ago, they'd have you upside down with a fucking fork up your ass! You can talk, you can talk, you can talk, you're brave now, motherfucker! Throw his ass out He's a nigger! He's a nigger! He's a nigger! A nigger, look, there's a nigger!

The color of my skin, content of my character
Dream of a King's been a nightmare for anyone
White with a badge or anyone
Slightly affected by the tide to this race that I'm running in
Pardon me, y'all, the racists I run against
The race war, when it's us against all of them
They subconsciously low talk us
And probably all think as Kramer did still but won't talk it
And first off, I ain't trying to be conscious
Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you
This dark content for those of dark complexion
Who's x-ed off, Rip, who gon' listen to us?
Who gon' speak for us? Who gon' plead for us?
Who gon' be the Head N.I.C. for us?
Who gon' defend us from crooked police on us?
I'm just an insecure N.I.G. er

Please listen to me, please listen to me
Please listen to me, N.I.G. er
Please listen to me, who gon' listen to me?
Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G. er
Listen to me, who gon' listen to me?
Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G. er
Who gon' listen to me, who gon' listen to me?
Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G

Hey
And P say that I should stop saying nigga
But if I did, what would be the difference?
I'd still be a nigga, he'd still be a nigga in his feelings
I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one
There'd still be niggas out killing
And still be white people still out to get us
And still be niggas saying whites tryna get us
And still be lazy and paranoid niggas
I'm paramount, nigga, I am, and you can't be mad
Cuz I choose the word nigga, lemme air it out, nigga
Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had
A clever idea to take something They said
Into something we have, something we flipped
Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad
Bitches ain't shit, but women ain't bitches
See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches
And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive
When niggas say bitch, all of the sudden, they offended
And niggas say nigga to a nigga
A nigga write nigga in a lyric, expect the white boy to omit it
The white boy spit it like he spit it
Recite it to his friends who, by the way, ain't niggas
And say nigga, nigga, nigga, my favorite rapper did it
And non-nigga friends got it with him
Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living
Until a black friend kinda hear it, just a tidbit
He thinks Aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little
The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
Nigga, nigga, nigga, every single day
And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay
And he's the only nigga in this particular grade
And it begins to phase him more each day
The things they say went a little too far
He couldn't tell the difference between an a or er
So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face
There's nothing he can do, he let it get away
It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face
The mirror made him hurl, his reflection disgraceful
Yeah, and make sure everything you say
Can't be held against you in any kind of way
And any connotation is viewed many ways
Cuz under every nigga, there's a little bit of Kramer
Self-hatred...I hate you...and myself
Niggas

[Michael Richards:]
Uh, I lost my temper onstage, I was at, uh, a comedy club trying to, um, do my act and I got heckled and I, I, I took it badly and went into a, a rage...and uh, uh...said some pretty, uh...nasty things to some Afro-Americans, a lot of trash talk...for this to happen, for me to be in a comedy club and flip out and say this crap, you know, I'm...I'm deeply, deeply sorry

 

[fox69]

"The Light"

"The Light"


Uh, Rest in peace Jay Dilla
(Its Hip Hop)
Know I had to do a Jay Dilla joint

I never knew a luh, luh, luh a love like this
I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
Mmm Not all of em, some still DS
my D & P frizest, they havent seen the streets yet
as I speak to the speakers I'm hopin this reach ya
you are the flawless creature
I'm in awe from all of those features
regardless to all them, I appease her
you is a dime to them other broads peace up
that means two, between me and you
there's nothing man made than can make it just you
my hearts been tied, my souls been glued
the whole block know who I roll with too
them bitches all dimes and you autobooth
I guarantee our change whatever we go through
I told you before the light Imma show you...you

[Chorus]
There are times when you'll need someone
I will be by your side
There is a light that shines
special for you and me

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait
Never becomes prominent, all we doin is arguin
Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again
It's the best, I've forgotten what a condom is
Life's a meal a good girl is a condiment
I compliment you with your conversation
Cause any girl could look good if she concentratin
and personality is somethin that you cant make up
sense of humour is a tool that you cant change up
Look, I ain gatta tell you, you know what I'm thinkin
yea, a nigga shallow but I'm a deep thinker
In life she the wife who was right in that deep end
given her the TLC I'll never creep then
she make me Chili like T-Boz, me leave her out,
I'd rather wear a pair of Filas or Reeboks

[Chorus]
There are times when you'll need someone
I will be by your side
There is a light that shines
special for you and me

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than Wale
nevermind I'm lyin she bumpin me all day
Honey is always the one Imma call late
night I need that she comin here right away
night or day she need me
hit it or four play
I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say
Hey, she give me love in abundance
Plus she outrun any youngin that I've hung with
a fun chick its nothin to break funds with
I can do a whole song solely on that onion
My soul searchin is halted
I have opted to stop watchin them broads that bin plottin
You so got me, I'm open for life forever my wife
focus let me show you the light

[Chorus]
There are times when you'll need someone
I will be by your side
There is a light that shines
special for you and me

 

[fox69]

"The Manipulation"

"The Manipulation"


I just wanna show you that I can better you
If ever you are feeling you are ready to improve
You ready for a move? We can bust it
I'm talking all emotion, the deepest of discussion
The deepest of your feelings
We can spend a weekend all alone, fully clothed, letting' you know, ain't even tryna hit it
Don't even need to listen to them niggas
You're reaching new heights, and I ain't kiss you just a little
I'll kiss you just a little, I promise it's forever
Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready
Forever in debt to the lord for he's given
Something I'm not worthy of, the purpose of my livin'
The purpose of these lyrics, the source of my happiness, without you
Nothing in the world seems to matter, my honey (honey, honey, honey)

[Seinfeld skit]

And I'm M.O.B
I ain't no emo nigga, I do not lean on women
I chase cheese I get it, nothing but cream I'm getting
I just acquire my scratch, I'm Primo wit' it
I got an ego, big enough to let me know
Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke
All this flow that I give em, I live by the code and I'll leave her
I'm bigger than the code, I'm game genie
Shit is easy, these lil bitches need me
And I don't gotta talk about my feelings
So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner
And wash your little [?] and I'll dig you in a minute...get it
Silly ass nigga right there, he gon' show you that he care, he gon' tell you that he there for you
He gon' tell you what he prepared to do
And I'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot
Don't 'nar confuse, I ain't a friend of you
The only time I'm concerned, is when I'm into you...yeah
Don't 'nar confuse...yeah...when I'm into you BITCH (BITCH – BITCH - BITCH)

(That's not no way to talk to a lady, man)

I know the time get hard, let me be their for ya
Live you & me, I can be the air for ya
I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league
With anything you need, I'm Jeff Gordon to the scene
According to the stats, darling, we can never be
Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap
I'll treat you like a queen, you rather be a slave
I'll show you I'm a gentleman, but you prefer a cave man
Shoe box money, and crumbled up 20's
I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey
For honey, I will live, be a father for the kids
I'll show you there's a few good left that exist
The muse of a Tyler Perry flick that I'm is
You tired of this shit, than you can just sit with me...(however, whenever you want to baby)
My honey...

(Hold the fuck up man, hold that shit up man, all that soft shit)

Yeah, bitch you need to sit on me
You like my conversation, I know I make you horny
If your hungry, it's still M.O.B
We ain't never 'gon be, I'll be leavin' in the morning
I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league
Your nothing but a muh fuckin lease (keep it movin)
See these hoes they manipulate
Have you buying liquor, then have you buying dinner 'til it's time to disintegrate
That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight
Money over honey, real niggas gon' participate
Thus we eliminate faith
Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways
Yeah, I'm close minded, and never gon' change
And keep my account the same way...fuck outta here

 

[fox69]

"The Manipulation Pt. 2"

"The Manipulation Pt. 2"


I got that better love that no one better love
That here today and gone tomorrow but this forever love
Lemme mind you til your vagina is wet enough
And fill your mind with pleasant thoughts of champagne by ya tub.
Rose petals as you walk. you know the floor don't need ta see ya.
I got that good stroke come be my mona lisa.
Ya see them other guys pay they mind to your physical features
And I can admire ya body but ya mind is much deepa
And I found me a keepa
And I found me a winner.
And I found me a queen. what we eatin for dinner?
U know I cook it and clean it and do wateva for ya.
Black motha of the earth you kno I forever owe ya
I will never ignore ya cuz I'm foreva loyal
Lets fall in love lemme put my seed in ya soil
See it'd be a honor to create life wit ya
Can I lay right wit ya?
And wake you up wit light kisses?
Goodmorning sunshine see the more I see ya eyes is the more that I admire ya.
Whenever you tired I be right there beside the pillow talk and confide
Make ya secrets all mine may I sleep between ya thighs and wake up deeply in
Ur heart in your mind for foreva and repeat when we get up?
I ain't even gon front girl I think you is the one
So lets fall asleep with the moon and I will greet you with the sun

[Skit]

That scurry love, never get married love.
I got that fuck you and make you love me temporary love
I just pick and roll these hoes
I don't even know these hoes
I cut em first cut em deep I fuckn sheryl crow these hoes.
Have that pussy like some water hose.
And I'ma need to cum first yea yall turn be optional
Modify your posture hoe mothafuck a casa no you cant see mi casa
We gon rock at this econolodge
U know I'm stickin to that proper code.
Strapped up lock and load
Go stiff that condom broke.
I ain't no baby father hoe, fuck that baby father shit.
I don't respect no brain unless we talkin that saliva spit
Hoe I got a lot of bread lot of whips lot of chicks
U can be demolished and be gone without acknowledgement.
This is how it gotta be this is how I gotta live I don't care about your drive unless you talkn ridin dick.
U is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch know I am sick,
I am sick of women treatin men like that lotto ticket
My shit ain't no scratch and win.
U just tryna get over so baby get over..here and get it open get it open get it open get it open....

 

[fox69]

"The Matrimony"
(feat. Usher)

"The Matrimony"
(feat. Usher)



[Hook - Usher:]
If there's a question of my heart, you've got it
It don't belong to anyone but you
If there's a question of my love, you've got it
Baby, don't worry, I've got plans for you, yeah
Baby, I've been making plans of love
Baby, I've been making plans for you, yeah
Baby, I've been making plans
Baby, I've been making plans for you

[Wale:]
My sincerest apologies, I mean it
I'll admit it, all being pathetic
I'm in my late 20s still never been to a wedding
Guess the idea of that lobby empty do not sit with me well
It’s not your fault they try to get me, cause I'ma need to sail
Cause I'm selfish and I need you to myself
Tryna see you afloat but don't wanna see you on sale
Cause I failed and see you bout to cry
Cause when I enter they city they leave without they pride
I'm sorry, and you starin' at my comments
Fearin' it's gone always be you sharin' me with all them
Wrong, how dare I say ignore them?
Preparing for that day, I leave you here and switch you for them
It's hard, you know temptation and all
Out here tryna see if my relationship's strong
Get a place in the charts or runaway from your heart
Gave this music my all, nothing is sacred no more
I'm wrong
But I'm promisin' you better though
And your friends sayin' let him go
And we ain't gettin' any younger
I can give up now but I can promise you forever though

[Hook]

(realest shit I ever wrote)
(realest shit I ever wrote?
(realest shit I ever wrote, if you ever knew love)

[Wale:]
I’ll admit it, let me be hypothetic
The day I find a woman I probably be scared to share it
The idea of me finding love would run somebody off
And true my wall could use some plaques but still I got the flaws
Brush you off, yeah I'm kinda lost
Now I'm up in the club with a couple of Move On's
I'M DARK, GOOD NIGGA, troubled heart
Went from fallin' in love to drunk and fallin' apart
This is hard, tryna find some time to move on
Cause when we lost our baby, I got shady SHIT got too dark
I'M SORRY. And I thank you baby, you strong
My ex before you married to, you solo I say so long
Nah, good terms how that ended
But it surely put a dent on how I worry about this business
Off white picket fences, ON flights with the children
On site stealin' kisses on off nights my intentions
But, I plan to do it better though
But you still sayin' let it go
We ain't gettin' any younger
Women love me now but in your eyes we forever though

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"The MC"

"The MC"


Bitches on my line, this a probate
H2O flow and I don't hold gate,
this is no trial, this a closed case
thats why my mans flippin birds like a road rager,
I'm no angel, my hoes like a sega
Streets of rage 2, I make them hoes skate, dont let the flow escape,
just let me flow above, I'm blowing loud out the clouds "TURNT UPPPP"
And these worth bucks, fuck ifs or maybes
Yeah surfs up harlem hoes say I'm "waaaavy", LA girls say I'm "holetiyyght"
I leave a hater like he lost a watermellon fight [laughs]
Call it what you want I'm what you like, I'm ballin all my life I'm Sydney Dean ya'll Wesley Snipes,
Never really been into the ice, my lady friends never really be into the life,
I like a deep thinker, I like a wine drinker, I like a dutty wine bitch with some vagina piercing,
I like a good listener, I like a sense of humor, I like a hoe that likes a hoe just for my amusement, [laughs]
Ok, I like to think I'm likable, I like to think I write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts,
Dont know why they fighin' fo, dont know why they arguin', dont know why you even ask, aint nobody hot as this
They be on that water here, put a couple in the air, then they get that choppin like they dont know where a traget is,
And I'm shoppin like I dont know where a Target is, swear a niggas draws be on some stupid Neiman Markus shit
(Stupid Neiman Markus shit)
Bring the hook, I think I need to spark again.

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah a should stop, everyday is 420 every moments Woodstock,
everything is good but them haters wish I would stop penetrationg the culture but I do it til' this Wood Stop, Uhh!
Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by Lyricis,
Got it lock like Styles Sheek Kiss and them the irony in that is I aint all about the benjamins,
Im all about my woman friend, benefits to get it in BBM Pinnin me some pictures in they intiments,
womanizing to say the least and everything after nautalis aint a beat,
Daytona 5 Grey S5 with the baddest out of 3 dimes Lisa "Left" Eye,
my Flow Chilly TBoz, watch with 30 rocks in it No Peacock, A little NBC talk,
I smoke and let the tree talk, I'm goin at the green Rock-steady/Bee-Bop (ninja turtles villians)
No Longer do I freestyle, Money for the strippers, they comin after me huh they probably off the dippers,
they must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol
My side is all ryders yall side dont buy tickets

I love them fly swattin bitches, my fly down when I'm wit em'