Wale

Wale - The Manipulation Pt. 2 lyrics

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I got that better love that no one better love 

That hit it and gone tomorrow but this forever love 

Lemme (??) 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 talkin 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 

Idk 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 thats a lot of 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 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 I am sick, 

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....
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Language: English

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