Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Change Up, artist - Wale. Album song Folarin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Monster
Song language: English
Change Up |
The same old nigga since day one |
Sharp as a ginzu though my tennis shoes Ray Guns |
Raise up your glass, puff and pass for they hating ass |
W’s on my mind, peep what I’m getting at |
Attire proper, Bryce Harper though slightly darker |
From where the drivers forgotten, you get blocka for parkas |
Ronald’s was poppin, they be wildin' for posites |
Shorty from Wahler Place say Wale don’t stop up your progress |
It’s not a problem, little mama, only a part of me polished |
I get inside her head and promptly get Kylie Minoguing |
Slick mouth, nigga, legendary with lyrics |
And never let up, keep one leg up, nigga Kerry Kittles |
It’s very simple, I’m in it so now you never winning |
And I’m up about fifty effortlessly, nigga, check the ticker |
Fuck a nigga, hate a hater, that’s just how I’m living |
And I’m playin' ball with a chess board, nigga; |
Bobby Fischer |
And it’s hard to be focused going around all these women |
I tell her I’m much deeper, that don’t mean I’m much different |
More like the writing, Iceberg Slim with better diction |
She let me hit her in the gut, feel it like premonitions |
Wooh, you know I’m feeling myself |
Tell these niggas Folarin back on my way to that belt |
By the way of the beltway, where they hatin' too much |
When niggas dirty, thirsty, hungry they subjects to lunch |
Right? |
But at least we see that’s the problem being not on |
I aspire for well-off, y’all aspire for well-known |
Not no LeBron, but I’m cool with being Jamal |
Cross, somebody falling, don’t keep reaching, let me just ball |
Just bored with these groupies, been tired of these niggas |
They ain’t seeing me stunting, like a tint-job on a Bentley |
Your annual is my rent fee, been playing it cool, don’t tempt me |
Fuck that, but nah, I take 'em out to lunch, I’m a cannibal to these emcees |
Ever so gluttonous, miss me with that sucker shit |
Tatted out with angels |
Since I pray I don’t get caught up in this game, nigga |
Not a chance, nigga |
About a dollar so they hollering I changed, nigga |
Same lyrics, just the stage different |
Sneakerman Daniel san, we still crane kick 'em |
Tell the haters better raincheck me |
One call to clean them up, still hang with made niggas |