| Lil 2 minute joint
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| Rest in peace Guru
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| Its cold as shit in this booth
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| I got that mass appeal
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| I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real
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| I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill
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| I give her vicodin relief you just an aspirin pill
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| I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
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| They fuck with the message but they don’t fuck with my etiquette
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| Its somethin they never get, but fuck it I represent
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| So I don’t kid around like I’m searchin for surrogates
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| With no effort I’m iller, they won’t breath what I’m spittin'
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| I’m controlling the air, like a Drizzy decision
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| I’m a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different
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| Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision
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| Fuck it its MMG, Ima cross of def poetry and potentry
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| I do it my way, mofuck' what ya’ll say
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| And these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday
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| Enemies sleep, nigga eat with ya, talk to ya
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| Walk with ya close enough until they get they teeth in ya
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| My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women
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| And real niggas gone see they end before they see a limit
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| Ambition, its a lot of people get it
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| And if they all in your business then you don’t need a twitter
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| Lord knows that four door fit eight women
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| Lappin' up bitches while literally lappin' all you niggas
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| Decathlon em, maccin' on em
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| Black power range rover, mofuckin' mastodon 'em
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| The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
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| People be tellin' me I need me an african woman
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| I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one
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| Give orgasm’s to women who scared to ask me to hold em'
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| Reputation is vital when you facin your rival
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| I’m from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you
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| Confused admirers go russel with bryant
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| I put this J in your face get a whiff of this michael
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| Mass Appeal and this bag I hit got me Alaskan Chill
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| I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big
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| And fuck you don’t look up to me, my girl is 5'6″
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| I got some fire and shit
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| I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs I’m ghetto
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| In the hood I’m well-o over they head sometimes
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| Guess I’m ahead of my time
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| I swear I put this shit down without a gimmick or lie
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| I’d rather live in a prison setting then live in a lie
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| And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie
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| A couple posites I got, even penny’ll stop
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| And I keep put em on punishment they won’t ever come out |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mass Appeal, artist - Wale. Album song Live from the Dmv, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп