My Boy (feat. J. Cole) (Freestyle) (Explicit) (Freestyle|Explicit)
Wale"My Boy (feat. J. Cole) (Freestyle) (Explicit) (Freestyle|Explicit)" es una canción de Wale, 2018, Pop. La canción dura 4:27, 156 lines / 961 words.
Letra
0:00My Boy (Freestyle) - Wale/J. Cole
0:03Count me in Cole
0:06Right here
0:07Nah not yet
0:09Yeah bounce bounce
0:10My boy my boy
0:12My boy my boy my boy
0:17Yeah right here
0:19Ay look uh yeah ok
0:22Concrete since day one
0:23Ain't no time to make up
0:25Ain't no top on that h*e
0:26Like baby with the a cup
0:27Thank you for your services
0:29Invoicing all my haters
0:30Be sure to leave your armor and your woman penetrated
0:33I give her back
0:34I hate her poof get out of here
0:36I say congratulations
0:37Your old lady renovated
0:38You n***as lazy my boy
0:40Why you hatin' my guy
0:41You bought her Commes des Garçons
0:43She come and play with your heart
0:44I'm far from a popular artist
0:45One of the hardest no lesser
0:47And I saw your woman
0:48I caught her low like a Cardigan sweater
0:50Call her whatever you want
0:51I got my revenue up
0:52In Beverly Hills my ceilings like the Beverly brothers
0:56Since day one Folarin been the same one
0:58I came up in them go-gos most of them was afraid of
1:01Now kill mo' say that
1:02Now kill mo' say that
1:04But when your wheel is a fortune you ne'er gotta say Jack
1:06Don't be talking too much
1:08These n***as copy too much
1:09These n***as cardio crazy
1:11Chasing clout must be tough
1:12F**k it I wrote me a dozen n***as got me f**ked up
1:15I raise my hands and raise your family's casualties up
1:18I'm faded I'm playing
1:20These n***as don't be no gangster they be paying it
1:23Extortion ain't dead
1:25It just moved to the County
1:26Shoot them out the S-class
1:28I guess truancy the problem
1:29I know every who and who and every hoodlum around him
1:32And what you call a piece of mind
1:33I call a picture for a bounty
1:35Hold up yeah
1:36I'm in my luggage
1:37In my luggage hold up boy
1:39I'm on the runway like I'm Duckie hold up
1:41Prolific really be living my lyrics
1:43So tell me who did it
1:44This big and who ain't 'bout to slow up
1:46My boy my boy my boy my boy
1:48My boy my boy my boy
1:50My boy my boy my boy
1:52Who gon' bring my crown woo
1:53Who gon' try to f**k with me ay
1:54Faded off the brown brown
1:56She can't get enough of me ay
1:57I don't play around round
1:59Don't got that type of luxury yeah
2:00B***h it's going down down
2:01And ain't no catching up to me
2:03Yeah stepped in the building with my vibe on a million
2:06Slide on the beat like my God
2:07I'm so brilliant
2:09All other rappers
2:10Put your pride to the side
2:11Try collide with the squad
2:12Turn your mob into corn on the cob
2:14You's a fraud
2:15You's a thorn in my side
2:17I'm a knife in your back
2:18I'm that turn of the knob
2:19On the door when the boy from the corner come rob you
2:22And tie you up to something
2:24Now stop with all that frontin'
2:25That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it
2:28But when you really got it
2:29You ain't pressed to talk about it
2:31That's why I hear that capping
2:32On your raps and highly doubt it
2:34The game too crowded
2:35I'm 'bout to get all the way the f**k up out it
2:37No ifs ands or buts about it
2:3930 mill' on a deal depending on how the tour was routed
2:43I seen your watch when you first dropped
2:44That s**t was clouded
2:46Which means you used to fugazi s**t
2:48Fake it 'till you make it-type
2:49I shoot through you crazy with
2:50Hollow tips no holler backs
2:52Just hotter raps
2:53I gotta black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked
2:56Y'all aiming for the stars b***h
2:57I'm aiming at your starter cap
2:59Run n***a run like a f**king black quarterback uh
3:02Stereotypical but to hear me is pivotal
3:04I will bury you n***as and come and air out your funeral
3:07Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals
3:10IVs IVs it's the reason
3:12Why nobody try me try me
3:14Have a n***a screaming
3:15Lord why me why me
3:17Cole did me grimy
3:18He took it too far
3:19He treat them bullets like they Siamese
3:21Back to back I clap like that's a wrap
3:24But no video shoots just hoodies and boots
3:26Puttin' your troops in pine boxes
3:28I blew a million on white
3:30Tees and Calvin Klein boxers
3:31This n***a silly
3:32My boy my boy my boy my boy
3:35My boy my boy my boy my boy
3:38My boy my boy my boy my boy
3:41My boy my boy my boy say what
3:44Who gon' bring the crown
3:45And who gon' try to f**k with me
3:46Faded off the brown
3:48She can't get enough of me
3:49I don't play around
3:50Don't got that type of luxury
3:51My boy
3:52B***h it's going down
3:53Nobody catching up to me
3:55Who gon' bring my crown
3:56And who gon' try to f**k with me
3:57Faded off the brown
3:59She can't get enough of me
4:00I don't play around
4:01Don't got that type of luxury
4:03B***h it's going down
4:04And ain't no catching up to me
4:06Who gon' bring my crown
4:07And who gon' try to f**k with me
4:09Faded off the brown
4:10And she can't get enough of me
4:11I don't play around
4:13Don't got that type of luxury
4:14B***h it's going down
4:15It ain't no catching up to me
4:17Who gon' bring my crown
4:18And who gon' try to f**k with me
4:20Faded off the brown
4:21And she can't get enough of me
4:23I don't play around
4:24Don't got that type of luxury
4:25B***h it's going down
4:27It ain't no catching up to me
My Boy (Freestyle) - Wale/J. Cole Count me in Cole Right here Nah not yet Yeah bounce bounce My boy my boy My boy my boy my boy Yeah right here Ay look uh yeah ok Concrete since day one Ain't no time to make up Ain't no top on that h*e Like baby with the a cup Thank you for your services Invoicing all my haters Be sure to leave your armor and your woman penetrated I give her back I hate her poof get out of here I say congratulations Your old lady renovated You n***as lazy my boy Why you hatin' my guy You bought her Commes des Garçons She come and play with your heart I'm far from a popular artist One of the hardest no lesser And I saw your woman I caught her low like a Cardigan sweater Call her whatever you want I got my revenue up In Beverly Hills my ceilings like the Beverly brothers Since day one Folarin been the same one I came up in them go-gos most of them was afraid of Now kill mo' say that Now kill mo' say that But when your wheel is a fortune you ne'er gotta say Jack Don't be talking too much These n***as copy too much These n***as cardio crazy Chasing clout must be tough F**k it I wrote me a dozen n***as got me f**ked up I raise my hands and raise your family's casualties up I'm faded I'm playing These n***as don't be no gangster they be paying it Extortion ain't dead It just moved to the County Shoot them out the S-class I guess truancy the problem I know every who and who and every hoodlum around him And what you call a piece of mind I call a picture for a bounty Hold up yeah I'm in my luggage In my luggage hold up boy I'm on the runway like I'm Duckie hold up Prolific really be living my lyrics So tell me who did it This big and who ain't 'bout to slow up My boy my boy my boy my boy My boy my boy my boy My boy my boy my boy Who gon' bring my crown woo Who gon' try to f**k with me ay Faded off the brown brown She can't get enough of me ay I don't play around round Don't got that type of luxury yeah B***h it's going down down And ain't no catching up to me Yeah stepped in the building with my vibe on a million Slide on the beat like my God I'm so brilliant All other rappers Put your pride to the side Try collide with the squad Turn your mob into corn on the cob You's a fraud You's a thorn in my side I'm a knife in your back I'm that turn of the knob On the door when the boy from the corner come rob you And tie you up to something Now stop with all that frontin' That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it But when you really got it You ain't pressed to talk about it That's why I hear that capping On your raps and highly doubt it The game too crowded I'm 'bout to get all the way the f**k up out it No ifs ands or buts about it 30 mill' on a deal depending on how the tour was routed I seen your watch when you first dropped That s**t was clouded Which means you used to fugazi s**t Fake it 'till you make it-type I shoot through you crazy with Hollow tips no holler backs Just hotter raps I gotta black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked Y'all aiming for the stars b***h I'm aiming at your starter cap Run n***a run like a f**king black quarterback uh Stereotypical but to hear me is pivotal I will bury you n***as and come and air out your funeral Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals IVs IVs it's the reason Why nobody try me try me Have a n***a screaming Lord why me why me Cole did me grimy He took it too far He treat them bullets like they Siamese Back to back I clap like that's a wrap But no video shoots just hoodies and boots Puttin' your troops in pine boxes I blew a million on white Tees and Calvin Klein boxers This n***a silly My boy my boy my boy my boy My boy my boy my boy my boy My boy my boy my boy my boy My boy my boy my boy say what Who gon' bring the crown And who gon' try to f**k with me Faded off the brown She can't get enough of me I don't play around Don't got that type of luxury My boy B***h it's going down Nobody catching up to me Who gon' bring my crown And who gon' try to f**k with me Faded off the brown She can't get enough of me I don't play around Don't got that type of luxury B***h it's going down And ain't no catching up to me Who gon' bring my crown And who gon' try to f**k with me Faded off the brown And she can't get enough of me I don't play around Don't got that type of luxury B***h it's going down It ain't no catching up to me Who gon' bring my crown And who gon' try to f**k with me Faded off the brown And she can't get enough of me I don't play around Don't got that type of luxury B***h it's going down It ain't no catching up to me
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