Wale
Wale - Keep It Moving songtekst
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[Hook: Ab-Soul and (Wale)] One time for my real niggas, yeah they fuckin' with me Yeah they fuckin' with me Two times for the fake niggas, y'all ain't fuckin' with me Thats the reason they ain't fuckin' with me (One time for the real niggas, who fuckin' with me Yeah they fuckin' with me Two times for the fake niggas, they ain't fuckin' with me Thats the reason they ain't fuckin' with me Keep it movin') [Verse 1: Ab-Soul & (Wale)] Now what's my name ho? (Soulo) Pretty please, no photos P.Y.T. my lady, Michael Jackson in the 80's Moonwalkin' music legend, curly-headed Jay Z Wale tell these niggas “Keep it movin'” (And I do so, no complainin' Perusin' in my zoomin' souped-out Coupe like I'm Bruce Wayne in here No stains in this No matter what handkerchief, they bang with us) Pirus and Locs confusin' folks They ain't got the brain for us Be safe, my nigga (We all came from the same militia Okay now things have picked up Shit tough but I ain't gonna switch up Trick nah, niggas keep females, givin' free Chanel like cable lifta' Fuck all that label shit dawg Wale you in a great position) Soulo, Soulo in the cut and I don't give a fuck like castration Look deep inside yourself, I'm sure you'll feel my presence I'm more spiritual than lyrical; that's my confession One time for my real niggas New colorful ass, hunnit dollar bill niggas (Hugh Hefner doesn't have This plethora of women to stab And it's not a thing I got more game than Mattel nigga Let me tell you niggas decent advice: If you can book her, then I ain't read her right Go see her tonight Shit, I'll pay for your tele and get you a flight I'll be damned, a bitch is dreamy and I ain't give ‘em no pipe) Pipe dreams turn to overnight celebrities I could walk on water, fuck your phony seven seas (Pussy nigga sellin' drugs) When I'm out here sellin' syllables to silly seventeen year-olds The greatest story never told The flow, patent like my black 11's though My fantasy is Angelina mixed with Mrs. Angelou Niggas trap all week to try and meet the status quo It's like Home Depot clearance man it's cheap to let them hammers go Bang, bang Bang, bang, Chief Keef Three hundred ways you can lay underneath yee Six feet, whats that, three people? (Yeah nigga, shit's deep Squeeze, squeeze All my young G's bumpin' Lil Reese Say on the top, it's just us, nigga You got Ciroc, it's alright, I know Puff, nigga) Bad Boy, Good luck, nigga (A couple women in here with no inhibitions would be clutch nigga If you real, are you fuckin' with that? I'm real Hip-Hop, is still runnin' the map Keep it movin' huh) [Hook] [Intermission: Wale & (Magazeen)] Pour my liquor up, roll me a J I'm in my zone, fuck with me, real nigga Wha? Aye Magazeen (real nigga say, yeah, yeah) Hold that It's that mothafuckin' groovy every blue moon tune-age I want it to feel like some 90's shit now Aye Mag get me with that 90's flow [Verse 2: Magazeen] I got morphine in the street, when we steppin' in here Makin' money, spot the papa, but it neva enough Fuck around and pass ti place, while ya just bite the dust Real niggas [Outro: Magazeen] Every blue moon, MMG, Wallaby, TDE We keep it tweakin' Life pon the Dashiki Every Versace, take off the girls' dem panties Lick her up, roll that J I'm in my zone, fuck with me Real niggas