Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Limitless, artist - Wale. Album song Folarin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Monster
Song language: English
Limitless |
| You’ll never fall when you null and void, to their opinions |
| And real niggas gon' see your end 'fore they see your limit |
| Don’t be with too many |
| I never came in this business to provide me with friendship |
| I’d probably trade in some millions if I could make a difference |
| I swear to y’all it’s hard to shake this feeling |
| Naked women at the venue in here for tuition |
| She lying for attention, her clientele is nymphos |
| With the rhymin' I’m more MacGyver than all my rivals |
| I made somethin' out of nothin', I’m nada just like you |
| You damn roight this rap roids, Jose Canseco |
| I meet a wholesome girl, I fuck her and turn her out psycho |
| Psycho killer, M. Bison psycho crush driller |
| Isn’t it amazing how I do it though |
| Africa to capital and pop up with a crew of zoles |
| My diversity certainly why I’m recommended |
| I prolly triple my gross in and by every September |
| Music got me feeling like heaven is secular |
| Cuz all the girls that I be with look like angel but thicker |
| Without Lola we out Garfield goin' Odie |
| With rap performance of Forbes got me catchin' up Oprah |
| Passionate poet, can adapt to the camera |
| You see rappin' is showbiz, they some talented actors |
| It be childish to diss 'em, I just fuck all they bitches |
| Most niggas set up a war just to ask for forgiveness |
| Look, only way that we gon' ever speakin' |
| Even in on everything I’m 'bout as loud as middle finger |
| Nah nigga we won’t ever speak |
| Cuz niggas tellin' everywhere they deadly with that trigger finger |
| Weed smokin' on the tour bus |
| Daydreamin' lookin' out the window just the two of us |
| Another city look at outer space |
| Traveling in dreams while the stars seem to pass away |
| I never knew a love like this one |
| Cell phone ringing and I’m wondering what this bitch wants |
| I take another hit and she gets voicemail |
| I get lost inside of me as I exhale |
| All my niggas in the front |
| Seeing shit they never see get any bitch that they could ever want |
| The money’s hella cool I miss my family doe |
| The loneliness, this Hennessy’s the only antidote |
| It’s on to the good turn some jams on |
| Funkadelic bumpin' through the speakers on my headphones |
| «Not just knee-deep» hearin' it through Dre Beats |
| Mesmerize the G as the bassline invades me |