Wale, Jazmine Sullivan - World Tour lyrics

Mama ain't raise no fool, true
But me and my brother never
Made it out school
She prayed on me passing that bar
Its way different ma you see
Em passin' out bars
The definition of a jetsetter
I'm Hip-Hop still livin' like a Goodfella'
Castle and crooks sweater
And the queen never trip she drive
Away faster than you look nigga
Have you seen Ibiza with Beaches that
Look like Eva with D cups
Or a beach like an HBO Feature at night
A quarter-pound of sand in
My un-released nikes
Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night
Nigga you ain't know about The life
When shit gets heavier than Norbit's wife we
Still gotta Spit some enourmous ryhmes
Niggas more than like
It's more than likely when you return home
You ignored by the gorgeous wife
And she Feel slighted and you don't want
To fight with her cuz' you tired
But Now it's back to the lab
45 messages right after you land
Feet feel Swollen you gone off
The Xanax and risking
Your life with the mic in your hand

We on a world tour, Wale your man
Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with
A mic in my hand new York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour, Wale your man
Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with
A mic in my hand london, Tokyo
We gon' take you all around the globe
Sing it to em' shorty
Its like La da da da da da
Dada da da dada da da
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Its like La da da da da da
Dada da da dada da da
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See Dre did Scotland and everybody jocked him
I did Scotland and got no props for it
Nah, that just fucked up my J's
Which fucked up my day
Rocked wellies on stage
Freezing my willie off, no hotel
I'm back on the plane while
They was like go "whale"
I'm so well ahead of them I'm unpaved
I did justice to Justice mon frere
One thing that you niggas must acknowledge
I leave beats like the
Pants on Scottish: Kilt it's how it's dealt
I've been over more water
Then than Michael Phelps
It's harder when you by yourself
My nigga Bun B couldn't help
My nigga Rhyme Fest never think
About self cause he think
About wealth like Finch do
MILF's on American Pie
It's hard to have American pride when most of
Your money's made out of them lies
The other half is out of them lines
They wanna make a nigga like "Ah fuck"
Rewinding so much that his arm hurt
Relying so much that it's over paid
Em' and they hate em'
But they wrong for it DC
No hooges im on first

We on a world tour, Wale your man
Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with
A mic in my hand new York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour, Wale your man
Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with
A mic in my hand london, Tokyo
We gon' take you all around the globe
Sing it to em' shorty

You know that when
We give it, we give it hard
No half steppin' baby this is who we are
Every word, every word
Written from the heart wrote, wrote, wrote
Broken from my heart
To get with it, get with it
Let me see your hands if you with us
We on a world tour boogie tomorrow
We're praying then can give it to me
Pray in the bar

We on a world tour, Wale your man
Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with
A mic in my hand new York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour, Wale your man
Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with
A mic in my hand london, Tokyo
We gon' take you all around the globe
Sing it to em' shorty

It's like ta ladada data dadada tadadadata
Dadada tadadadata dadada tadadadata