| Now, one of the services you provide is giving them something to talk about.
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| Let 'em talk. |
| It makes 'em happy, it makes 'em feel good.
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| They don’t believe half the shit they say.
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| People wanna talk. |
| Yeah, it’s fun to talk
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| Hate to be the bearer of bad news
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| But I can’t move with too many rap dudes
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| I respect dudes from my double M crew
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| But I’m just not that dude hanging on to who’s who’s and such
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| Cash rule for some, got room for none
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| Can’t fool with niggas who put the rumors up
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| Wanted to quit, rap music sucks
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| But couldn’t run a 4.2, so with you I’m stuck
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| Went in the booth, truth? |
| the only tool I trust
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| And that’s sayin' a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck
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| You grindin' hot, they wanna be cool with yah
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| They’re like consignment shops, they’re old news to us
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| Society, I trip 'em
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| Aye well look now
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| I got to be the realest
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| Aye well look now
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| Society, I trip 'em
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| Aye well look now
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| Should follow no nigga
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| Just the god inside of my mirror
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| Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now)
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| Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now)
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| Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now)
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| Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now)
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| Fuck you, leave me alone
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| Fuck you, leave me alone
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| Fuck you, leave me alone
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| Fuck you, leave me alone
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| Fightin' for my respect, receive it or nothin' else
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| Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think that I’m Malcolm X
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| MDMA in my juice, jaws tired and thru
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| Now I’m sweatin' cause the bitches, they perspired me to
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| Are you judgin' me now? |
| Do you fuck with me now?
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| Miscarried my first child, ain’t finna come out
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| Fuck the therapy route, where the syrup and loud?
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| Blue 30 come around, there’s the smile
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| Opiated, could show up later with more elation
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| All my bitches say, «Take it easy, enjoy the paper»
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| Try to be with the people, see what I’m fightin'
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| Them inner demons, and how it was eatin' me while I be in Vegas
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| Yeah, life a gamble anyway jo
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| Pop a perc, I could merk through the pain though
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| Mind bills pilin' up, drop a single
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| Thrill’s all gone when that mothafuckin' fame go
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| Ever seen a mix J Cole and Django?
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| Educated, shit, but he whip like he ain’t though
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| Black bitches say my shit is so graceful
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| White bitches barely know me up in Graystone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Middle Finger , by - Wale. Song from the album The Album About Nothing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп