Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Disqualified, artist - Wale. Album song Money Dance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.04.2013
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
Disqualified |
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified |
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified |
Straight thirst, you disqualified |
Fake purse, you disqualified |
Dem' your friend clothes, talking bout you got it hard |
In the club every week, but you ain’t got a job |
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified |
You disqualified Shawty, you disqualified |
Bad bitch with me look like the kardashians |
Pull up in the club in that brand new aston |
Jumped I jumped the line cause I’m very important |
Shawty got a kush habit, but I ain’t supporting it She rock knockoff bags, it’s 2012 |
Tried to steal her some trues, so she just got out of jail |
Boyfriend an athlete, baby daddy a dope boy |
But she still get food stamps and still on welfare |
But she phat as a motherfucker, I think she got ass shots |
Stay in some red bottoms, don’t know if they real or not |
She have her ups and her downs, somehow she always go hard |
She say she work for herself, ain’t going in nobody jobs |
Shawty who you with, fuck that, who you let hit |
Fuck that, I already know, that’s why you fluke as shit |
Boss chicks, no bum chicks, and the classy ones who I now fuck with |
Had a lack of class, so I dropped her ass |
And even if I don’t, I switch subjects |
Put no nigga over your seat, get your figures up by all means |
He been gone a lot but know the times is hard |
But know the club is not no release |
Don’t you talk too much in these streets |
Make no friends with none of these freaks |
Cause they interest isn’t on you, bet you break up, they calling up heat |
Don’t you stress him over no b’s, don’t buy things from off canal street |
When the phone ring don’t ask who dialing |
If he love you, don’t worry bout it Now he got you, and he can’t live without you |
And your relationship is unbreakable, until, until I come |
See you the type of bitch a nigga don’t wife |
You come with too many problems and your shit ain’t right |
See you the type of bitch that always complain |
But you the type of bitch don’t do a damn thang |
Work, bitch you ain’t know about that |
Bitch you ain’t never had a job |
Bitch you ain’t never got a check |
Bitch always got her hand out, ho must think I’m paying out |
Coming out the just house looking like that |
In the club every week, on a new nigga dick |
Bitch, We don’t like hoes like that, nevertheless, wife hoes like that |
Think you bad somebody must’ve lied, ho your ass ain’t qualified |
And she say I’m a dog and I be in the streets |
But a bitch going be a bitch, so I’ma let her be |