Wale Folarin
Wale Folarin - Street Runner songtekst
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Wale - Street Runner Lyrics [Verse 1] The nerve of these niggas, they acting like they done already made it Practice make perfect, so practice'll be my mama's maiden These niggas lame and uneducated and constipated What I lay every statement should be the defecation My denim made by respected Asians, I dress amazing My shirt so crazy I get away with some Sketchers Shape-Ups Such a lie for I couldn't get up out these Nike's Number five Tokyo don't even know the price Bitch, we balling like we ain't harvesting for tomorrow We ain't no gangsters, but we gone mob up before we borrow Gold bottles, flow getting me Asiago With braggadocio like Randy Macho Man off the top rope And my Slim Jim is designated to your lady Now that Benz friend, I'm sliding in that new Mercedes Or whatever her name is, she just likes to get famous And I bet she see the light, know that's Benjamin Franklin [Hook] [Verse 2] Look, is this what you predicted? Look what you becoming It's funny privacy limited though I'm living with comfort How can you really do it? How can you really love it? When women who never loved you is showing you so much of it Real niggas respect me, I ain't switch up my image Real women respect me, they can tell that I listen And little niggas is mad that I'm winning They got opinions, but got no bitches Won't pop a pistol, pop up in mentions God bless 'em, my cigar fill with all my stressing Don't own a mirror, but made a million simply reflecting Tell my respecters on Malcom X, I apply the pressure Lucaya closed from a line of row, no lying, go check it And I do this for the culture And I'm hoping I can motivate and do it big as Oprah Word, real nigga shit, you might gone need some help Hit the scene, guillotine, niggas head off their selves [Hook]