Wale - Thank You lyrics

Ay, Ay, please raise your gla** your for the uh, the whole D.C , um, metropolitan area. My name is Wale and I do this rappin thang. Sometimes, well, and sometimes its..great Please hold your applause Hold the door for girls Roll trees for the boys Best believe this is the boy They fiend in the door Nothin sweet when I attend, see Im seated by the floor Im courtside, Wizard game Courtside, Thunder game Sittin so close Flip ask Is you gon play? But I dont never play Kick game, one of eight Twelve girls fall in love, but really only one I ate Use to wear a ton of Bape Now its only moderate All dem n***as gonna hate Im washin off another plate Yes, Im gluttonous. D.C. up in this Now they fallin off like Nutso on Above The Rim Wale, you must know Im on my stuntin sh** Throwin round wallets like the dude that Kid Cudi hit I be on some other sh** The youngest of my mother kids Ill prolly hate myself before I ever loved one of dem Yall can't deny it, Im a f**in ryder They made it on the tour. I can spend it on my rider How you n***as pimpin if you spendin on vagina Stalkin them on Twitter with your LOL Smileys Metaphors, similes.Im hungry as Somali Shoutout to Montana, I ain't talkin bout some Mileys Whip, plane, motions own Truthfully, some eye at least Material possessions dont define me, I'm Irie Ridin with some dimes thats beside me, they like me Ridin smokin dimes like Im blinded just slightly Marijuana medical, smokin' or that edible n***a, so high, I gotta modify my schedule Layed back, high as hell. Eyes under YSL Attention Deficit was such a claim, see how I excel? Loud pack, I propel. Burgandy, out to k** Dont worry bout a n***a dro. Know a n***a fly as hell Burberry, quite a hell Might as well, mix it up. Im a fashion who*e And by the looks, see I dont give a f**.. Thank you Thank you Thank you Please hold your opins Please give me back my scrotums Lola want some grandkids I dubale to my elders, then, now they look at me like Nigerias Elvis They dubaleing to me. Bawo ni to my ladies Adabo to my haters G-Shock when Im playin O damo when Im fakin Ore voir to the doubters, and I punish every challenge Now Im gettin more rings than Bill Russel in an Audi And, Im really high, really really high To get inside my mind, itll be really ill advised k** em all, f** em all. Hip-hop really is alive Look at Joey, look at Royce, Joe Allen, Crooked I. Look at Wayne, Lupe Look at Drake, look at me. Marshall, Black Thought, J. Cole, Jay-Z, Raekwon, Jadakiss, and The Clipse Bun-B. Send a prayer up to heaven, Mr. Chris Henry Hold it..now thank you for silence Lets appreciate all the beauty in this life Cause one minute you are risin, next minute you declinin If a b**h lyin (lion), then you could be a Tiger Woods Im smokin out, rellows Im smokin out Every bad b**h in the ghetto gonna know about us Catch feelings of a p**y, thats rarely homey I leave the cap before the ring, Brian Kelly on em And she ain't bout get no ring, Jim Kelly homey And she ain't bout to change her name, Bison Dele, no And Im really gone, and Im forever flowin So let me leave the studio before the storm go in Thank you, thank you, yall are far too kind. If yall ain't heard this sh** I recommend you rewind