Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song White Linen (Coolin) , by - Wale. Release date: 27.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
White Linen (Coolin) |
| Fly nigga couldn’t tell me nothing different homes |
| And I be good til the fat woman sing a note |
| I’m tryna find life’s meaning up in this Patron |
| I’m taking women to heaven and then I take em home |
| I’m waking up with something 20-something fly shit |
| Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit |
| Word. |
| she said she love me but she lying |
| Shit I’m lying too! |
| Told that bitch I love her for her mind |
| Well that’s quite true, bust-a-move, head game lover boo |
| Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool |
| I’m playing Cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better |
| I’m looking good in everything, but she look good in leather |
| Call me cocky I love it, baby father a sucker |
| I’m longer than em: I ain’t talking no Rockin Republic |
| I don’t shop in the public, ain’t finna wait in line |
| This not a free throw, this easy as a lay-up line |
| If I got time, you got time too |
| You with a boss, baby, so when I move you move |
| Let’s have some drinks: Malibu and how I do |
| And after that we do whatever we want to. |
| Girl I’m in charge: that means I’m coolin |
| I have my own agenda: that means I’m coolin |
| Baby I’m large: that means I’m coolin |
| Dealin with a winner: that mean I’m coolin |
| Pimp-stroll on em, the pen cold on em |
| Couldn’t fuck with it with a million nymphos on ya |
| Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money |
| I tell em «honey, I know (Cher?), I’m so sunny» |
| And this is all pro-bono |
| All-Star weekend floor seats by the coaches |
| Flying all frequent, reclining on beaches |
| Half a millie on the road, y’all relyin on features |
| I ain’t married, but I’m tryna find a keeper |
| If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret |
| And we fuck, I beast up and throw a little peace up |
| So peace out, I’mma get up with you in like 3 months |
| Word, absence will make the heart grow |
| With that said, I ain’t around like my old combs |
| And I be drinking all the brown straight, no Coke |
| I’m chasing money, not the liquor, y’all ain’t even close |
| So let’s have a toast, everything fine |
| This ain’t a free throw, this easy as a lay-up line |