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We on a world tour 
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand 
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
I told you.
Kick the old-school joints,
For the true funk soldiers.

Musicology!

Wish I had a dollar,
For every time you say,
"Don't you miss
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
jewels in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Roll hard give me molly coffee by the key
Got the weed roll
at it like a Morman. 
The more men lie, the more she saw from 'em, protection she endorsed by endorphins. 
The other girl I adored was a whore joint
ain't even yawning

Cooking up a cake
Like I'm doing a performance
When it come to flossing
I ain't even talking
Diamonds on my joint
Got my Chevy
From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks,
came a rowdy Ragin Cajun by the name of Rupernac,
He was harder than a hickory long
deceased
Niggas saying I'm underrated
Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with
So Los Angeles King is sort
Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with
So Los Angeles King is sort of an understatement
Let me find a gun to play with, I
deceased
Niggas saying I'm underrated
Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with
So Los Angeles King is sort
(Jay-Z:)
Motherf***ers
Say that I'm foolish
I only talk about jewels
(Bling bling)
Do you fools
Listen to music or
Do you just skim
Through
in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin'
J-A-Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'
I got a good life man, pounds and pence
'Nough dollars make
for Ray
And your love for Ye then we used to debate
'Bout how your partners in the industry thought I still sold yay
We were both geeked up by doin'
by Elen Levon
    Earthquake (remix) Lyrics
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    Cashin Out Lyrics
    by Wale
    Dumb Lyrics
    by Flo Rida
    100 Mill Lyrics
cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches.
And there's Hershey's bars, and Oreos, â??case anybody gets the munchies.
And the Calistoga Kid, he
brake know what I'm sayin?
Word up, reality, word up
Yo

Verse 2:

Risen by grief she live in a plot wid a knot
Been in the block wid ten crisp Gs in her
cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches.
And there's Hershey's bars, and Oreos, â??case anybody gets the munchies.
And the Calistoga Kid, he
Still down with the fat joint
And only getting bigga
Respect to my man JMK with the zigga 
Dog eat dog
What we gotta say we could hit this jam in
so cool

I walk by and spray
I wanna fuck now
But I'm laughing at JJ
Brandy and a couple
I pick bitches like Ray Jay
I practiced my alpha nigga
at the Red Labels
Got my woman and her girlfriends dancin' on the tables
Shut down the joint, me I'm just laidback and all
Surrounded by the gangsters
Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate
Don't waste my breath
I don't know how many moons a nigga got left
Back to this joint
Smokin' this shit
got a lot on my plate
Don't waste my breath
I don't know how many moons a nigga got left
Back to this joint,
Smokin' this shit like I'm tryna' prove
at the Red Labels
Got my woman and her girlfriends dancin' on the tables
Shut down the joint, me I'm just laidback and all
Surrounded by the gangsters
drinking up a lot of forties
Oldies make E's in the sky
Why I rose made dog we use to ride
Kitchens cool in the woods by the tracks
We use to gather up our
at the Red Labels
Got my woman and her girlfriends dancin' on the tables
Shut down the joint, me I'm just laidback and all
Surrounded by the gangsters

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