Wale - Wale's Service Announcement lyrics

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Wale - Wale's Service Announcement lyrics

[Intro] Wale You gonna be the one to make it, man You gonna put DC on the map You gonna do it And I just try my best, you know what I'm saying I'm gonna pave the way for everybody else I know I'm good, y'all know I'm good So we good, right Allow me to introduce myself, it's like [Verse 1] W, A to the L E I'm hot on screens like Hebel at LZs I'm trying to be the biggest thing since Elvis But haters keep postin' close to my pelvis Ugh, y'all gay, y'all Zed, keep 'em movin' I've been a young boy since a high school junior Junior, you're so soph*more You're nothing but a little cud, gimme that chorus No love for for a woman, no, I think that I should warn you Your girlfriend got my poster in her dorm room And I don't post that ? At McDonald's at Howard, I ain't even at campus I cover, I am literally Pampers We sharp like nails, then you better bring your hammer Run that, hold beef like lunch bags I carry so many broads, I got a hunchback [Bridge] Now, I'm tryin' to be like the humble dude Like, you know what I'm saying But I'm really better than most of y'all, well, all of y'all Yeah, all of you I'm better than all of y'all But, it's cool though, but I got You know what I'm saying I'm really trying to make this thing work out Cause they tell me to be humble, so I do it But he know I'm the best, y'all know I'm the best [Verse 2] No, Alizé ain't lie Them dudes out hatin', but they ain't I sh**, you know the cops ain't on it I ride through the quarters and this guy's like Portis Oh, you bu*terflies, I'm a hornet I hone my tone 'til I blow like Cornet Or clarinet, turn that shirt through a hairnet Everybody give themselves a title they ain't earn yet Yeah, I let you put it together Youngin working with a cause like pudding in sweaters? Not Jello, I'm staying out fo jail, though Fiends love white like Othello, 'ello There's no saving him, a notch below famous here My buzz thicker than the line at Paladians And I ain't fakin' it, holla at your mons I know I'm good for it, but I'm bringin' 'bout four We out like tobacco when the car get hotboxed Wale skip the line, this is hopscotch Flow Coca-Cola mixed with the pop rocks I pop Loc, make them break like Pop-a-Lock The brake lights on the car gonna stop, watch The flow brighter than a siren, I can stop cops I'm Wale, you know you know me from the you know The rap or the hip-hop, I give off the judo You know, I k** beats, this is euthanasia I rock Bapes like the youth in Asia I'm too fast, man you can't race him My black ink poison paper, I'm truly racist Face it

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