| The nerve of these niggas, they acting like they done already made it
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| Practice make perfect, so perfect’ll be my mama’s maiden
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| These niggas lame and uneducated and constipated
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| What I lay every statement should be the defecation
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| My denim made by respected Asians, I dress amazing
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| My shirt so crazy I get away with some Sketchers Shape-Ups
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| Such a lie for I couldn’t get up out these Nike’s
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| Number five Tokyo don’t even know the price
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| Bitch, we balling like we ain’t harvesting for tomorrow
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| We ain’t no gangsters, but we gone mob up before we borrow
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| Gold bottles, flow getting me Aziago
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| With braggodacio like Randy Macho Man out the toro
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| I’m a slim jim, it’s designated to your lady
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| Now that Benz friend, I’m sliding in that new Mercedes
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| Or whatever her name is, she just likes to get famous
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| And I bet she see the light, know that’s Benjamin Franklin
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| Look, is this what you predicted? |
| Look what you becoming
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| It’s funny privacy limits even though I’m living with comfort
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| How can you really do it? |
| How can you really love it?
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| When women who never loved you is showing you so much of it
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| Real niggas respect me, I ain’t switch up my image
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| Real women respect me, they can tell that I listen
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| And little niggas is mad that I’m winning
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| They got opinions, but got no bitches
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| Won’t pop a pistol, pop up a midget
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| God bless 'em, my cigar fill with all my stressing
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| Don’t own a mirror, but made a million simply reflecting
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| Tell my respecters on Malcom X, I apply the pressure
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| Lucaya closed from a line of row, no lying, go check it
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| And I do this for the coaching
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| And I’m hoping I can motivate and do it big as Oprah
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| Word, real nigga shit, you might gone need some help
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| Hit the scene, guillotine, niggas head off theirselves |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Runner , by - Wale. Song from the album Folarin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп