Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thank You, artist - Wale. Album song Best of So War, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.08.2012
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
Thank You |
Please hold your applause |
Hold the door for girls |
Roll trees for the boys |
Best believe this is the boy |
They fiend in the door |
Nothin sweet when I attend, see |
Im seated by the floor |
Im courtside, Wizard game |
Courtside, Thunder game |
Sittin so close |
Flip ask Is you gon play? |
But I dont never play |
Kick game, one of eight |
Twelve girls fall in love, but really only one of eight |
Use to wear a ton of Bape |
Now its only moderate |
All dem niggas gonna hate |
Im washin off another plate |
Yes, Im gluttonous. |
D.C. up in this |
Now they fallin off like Nutso on Above The Rim |
Wale, you must know Im on my stuntin shit |
Throwin round wallets like the dude that Kid Cudi hit |
I be on some other shit |
The youngest of my mother kids |
Ill prolly hate myself before I ever loved one of dem |
Yall can’t deny it, Im a fuckin ryder |
They made it on the tour. |
I can spend it on my rider |
How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina |
Metaphors, similes. |
Im hungry as Somali |
Shoutout to Montana, I ain’t talkin bout some Mileys |
Whip, plane, motions own |
Truthfully, some eye at least |
Material possessions dont define me, Im idolatry |
Ridin with some dimes thats beside me, they like me |
Ridin smokin dimes like Im blinded just slightly |
Marijuana medical, smokin on the edible |
Nigga, so high, I gotta modify my schedule |
Layed back, high as hell. |
Eyes under wire cell |
Attention Deficit was such a claim, see how I excel? |
Loud pack, I propel. |
Burgandy, out to kill |
Dont worry bout a nigga dro. |
Know a nigga fly as hell |
Burberry, quite a hell |
Might as well, mix it up. |
Im a fashion whore |
And by the looks, see I dont give a fuck. |
Thank you |
Thank you |
Thank you |
Please hold your opins |
Please give me back my scrotums |
Lola want some grandkids |
I dubale to my elders, then, now they look at me like Nigerias Elvis |
They dubaleing to me. |
Bawo ni to my ladies |
Adabo to my haters |
G-Shock when Im playin |
O damo when Im fakin |
Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge |
Now Im gettin more rings than Bill Russel in an Audi |
And, Im really high, really really high |
To get inside my mind, itll be really ill advised |
Kill em all, fuck em all. |
Hip-hop really is alive |
Look at Joey, look at Royce, Joe Allen, Crooked I. Look at Wayne, Lupe |
Look at Drake, look at me. |
Marshall, Black Thought, J. Cole, Jay-Z, Raekwon, |
Jadakiss, and The Clipse |
Bun-B. |
Send a prayer up to heaven, Mr. Chris Henry |
Hold it. |
now thank you for silence |
Lets appreciate all the beauty in this life |
Cause one minute you are risin, next minute you declinin |
If a bitch lyin (lion), then you could be a Tiger |
Woods Im smokin out, rellows Im smokin out |
Every bad bitch in the ghetto gonna know about us |
Catch feelings of a pussy, thats rarely homey |
I leave the cap before the ring, Brian Kelly on em |
And she ain’t bout get no ring, Jim Kelly homey |
And she ain’t bout to change her name, Bison Dele, no |
And Im really gone, and Im forever flowin |
So let me leave the studio before the storm go in |
Thank you, thank you, yall are far too kind. |
If yall ain’t heard this shit I |
recommend you rewind |