Wale, Nipsey Hussle - Chun Li lyrics
Wale [Olubowale Victor Akintimehin] Washington, D.C., U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wale, Nipsey Hussle - Chun Li lyrics]
Real rap, peel back in the matte black
She ain't at where I'm at, send that ass back
Hoes in the telly on the late night
Smoking real good, my eyes late flight
She riding now
She tryna tell me where her heart was at
I'm like nah, what the face like
Yea, I'm a straight shot
I'm a thorough nigga but I'm a great guy
In a old car, a new paint job
My crew ain't the squad, Manute ain't tall
Who ain't talking that shit the
Ballers get with - Ralph
All of this shit is scholarship flow
I'm tossing free wisdom
I'm aware that my artistry different
I'm aware that my heart is by my cuff link
Though I'm living a life with
A lot of plush things
I'm living a life without trusting
Yea, too much hate when ya crew hot
Too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get
You stalked by the feds
The IRS, and a few broads
Real rap, peel back in the matte black
She ain't at where I'm at, send that ass back
I'mma tell you why these guys staying
Where they at
Cuz these niggas ain't fly and they can't rap
Yup yup, can a nigga flow
Yup yup, got a million hoes yup yup
When a nigga step out in
A pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the niggas go
Yup yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show yup yup
When a nigga step out in
A pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the bitches go
Yop yop, nigga getting rich
Yop yop, nigga bought a Six
Yop, I, bought a spot on the top floor
And my view from the living room
It go off shore
Yea, yop yop, nigga on his tip
Yop yop, nigga never slip nah, hold up
Wait a minute with that homie shit
I was on my grind
And you ain't never loan me shit
I was on a mission
Nigga you ain't never load a clip
Hold up, you remind me of my old bitch
Hold up, why you always on that ho shit
Man hold up
Got me talking 'bout some old shit
So I get back to the money
Say I'm acting funny
Face everywhere, thank God I ain't ugly
See him in the mirror
They say God is above me
In a Porsche Panamera, smoking weed
Getting skully
Yop, so come get me if you want me
Me and my buddy, leave shit real bloody
Yellow tape on the beat
It's no wonder why they love me
Yup yup, can a nigga flow
Yup yup, got a million hoes yup yup
When a nigga step out in
A pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the niggas go
Yup yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show yup yup
When a nigga step out in
A pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the bitches go
It's a whole lotta 'Gnac, not a lot to chase
And the hoes in the back
They ain't tryna wait
She open thighs and I'm close-minded
This is Cashmere Thoughts meets North Face
This is Iceberg Slim with some more game
This is Martin Payne, niggas Pam James
That's a damn shame, niggas without game
Call them all the time, I call 'em any name
I am highly respected amongst young dames
Rolling up sour, bumping Sweet James Jones
G thing made G's, speaking G code
On fire, make a riot be a free show
Beat the beat up, get a couple knots
I am nothing like these
Muthafuckin' other guys
Them PR's sitting hard with them number nines
In the fall
They be talking that the summer's mine
Yup yup, can a nigga flow
Yup yup, got a million hoes yup yup
When a nigga step out in
A pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the niggas go
Yup yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show yup yup
When a nigga step out in
A pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the bitches go
She ain't at where I'm at, send that ass back
Hoes in the telly on the late night
Smoking real good, my eyes late flight
She riding now
She tryna tell me where her heart was at
I'm like nah, what the face like
Yea, I'm a straight shot
I'm a thorough nigga but I'm a great guy
In a old car, a new paint job
My crew ain't the squad, Manute ain't tall
Who ain't talking that shit the
Ballers get with - Ralph
All of this shit is scholarship flow
I'm tossing free wisdom
I'm aware that my artistry different
I'm aware that my heart is by my cuff link
Though I'm living a life with
A lot of plush things
I'm living a life without trusting
Yea, too much hate when ya crew hot
Too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get
You stalked by the feds
The IRS, and a few broads
Real rap, peel back in the matte black
She ain't at where I'm at, send that ass back
I'mma tell you why these guys staying
Where they at
Cuz these niggas ain't fly and they can't rap
Yup yup, can a nigga flow
Yup yup, got a million hoes yup yup
When a nigga step out in
A pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the niggas go
Yup yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show yup yup
When a nigga step out in
A pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the bitches go
Yop yop, nigga getting rich
Yop yop, nigga bought a Six
Yop, I, bought a spot on the top floor
And my view from the living room
It go off shore
Yea, yop yop, nigga on his tip
Yop yop, nigga never slip nah, hold up
Wait a minute with that homie shit
I was on my grind
And you ain't never loan me shit
I was on a mission
Nigga you ain't never load a clip
Hold up, you remind me of my old bitch
Hold up, why you always on that ho shit
Man hold up
Got me talking 'bout some old shit
So I get back to the money
Say I'm acting funny
Face everywhere, thank God I ain't ugly
See him in the mirror
They say God is above me
In a Porsche Panamera, smoking weed
Getting skully
Yop, so come get me if you want me
Me and my buddy, leave shit real bloody
Yellow tape on the beat
It's no wonder why they love me
Yup yup, can a nigga flow
Yup yup, got a million hoes yup yup
When a nigga step out in
A pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the niggas go
Yup yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show yup yup
When a nigga step out in
A pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the bitches go
It's a whole lotta 'Gnac, not a lot to chase
And the hoes in the back
They ain't tryna wait
She open thighs and I'm close-minded
This is Cashmere Thoughts meets North Face
This is Iceberg Slim with some more game
This is Martin Payne, niggas Pam James
That's a damn shame, niggas without game
Call them all the time, I call 'em any name
I am highly respected amongst young dames
Rolling up sour, bumping Sweet James Jones
G thing made G's, speaking G code
On fire, make a riot be a free show
Beat the beat up, get a couple knots
I am nothing like these
Muthafuckin' other guys
Them PR's sitting hard with them number nines
In the fall
They be talking that the summer's mine
Yup yup, can a nigga flow
Yup yup, got a million hoes yup yup
When a nigga step out in
A pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the niggas go
Yup yup, at a nigga show
Live bitches at a nigga show yup yup
When a nigga step out in
A pair of what's those
Yup yup, all the bitches go