paroles de chanson What It Look Like - feat. Wale - Curren$y , Wale
We
blessed
to
be
here
It's
a
blessing
for
you
to
be
here
with
us
MMG
shit,
Jet
Life,
BOA,
fuck
y'all
What
it
look
like
My
niggas
fly
niggas,
this
is
Jet
Life,
yeah!
For
the
occasion,
paper
planes
Look,
what
it
look
like
My
niggas
fly
niggas,
this
is
Jet
Life,
yeah!
Look,
now
roll
my
J
tight
Ha!
You
know
what
they
like,
yeah!
Paris
SB's
make
these
niggas
catch
seizures
Foam
game
shitting
on
Irish
Springs
and
Lever
Ha!
I'm
more
cleaver,
clever
Whether
any
weather,
nobody
doing
it
better
Me
and
Spitta,
Gucci
bucket
I'm
Gilligan
Ain't
no
Skipper
but
all
my
bitches
is
Ginger
hair
My
real
estate
sweet,
yeah
ginger
bread
Probably
seen
meaner
bars
probably
in
the
feds
Double
M
G
forever
though
Money
got
me
pulling
strings,
I
got
that
Geppetto
dough
Always
in
them
better
clothes,
I
be
with
them
better
hoes
No
bullshit,
every
shy
bitch
can
get
a
rose
Meaning
aroused,
I'm
sorry
I'm
not
too
good
with
vowels
I
got
a
thousand
bitches,
I'm
not
too
good
with
vows
We
in
Spitta
Ferrari,
brand
new
Tiffanys
on
me
Don't
fuck
with
PBS,
but
man,
I'm
addicted
to
Barney's
That's
G
shit,
I
be
bumping
Fiend
shit
And
I'm
on
a
roll,
you
would
think
they
giving
me
a
X
Wordplay
like
a
mothafucka
I'm
Durant
at
the
Rucker,
your
woman's
a
perfect
jumper
Wetter
than
a
swish
and
I
never
miss
Get
her
out
her
delicates
and
I
ain't
gotta
tell
her
shit
Put
it
on
whatever
bitch,
me
and
Spitta
high
as
shit
Rex
Ryan
on
these
hoes,
Jet
Life
forever
bitch
The
engine
in
back
of
my
car
I'm
clearly
in
a
different
tax
bracket
now,
dog
Mainstream
cheese
but
I
ain't
acting
like
y'all
Rapping
that
gabbage,
attracting
maggots
I'm
in
Dulles
waiting
on
luggage,
luxury
baggage
Four
door
carriage
with
the
V8
S
badges
I'm
in
the
mirror
of
the
Panamera
Looking
at
them
haters
crammed
in
the
Dodge
Stratus
Can't
keep
up,
get
your
liters
in
order
4.8,
interior
custom,
leather
suede
borders
Not
mine,
I'm
with
Wale,
I'm
just
a
tourist
on
the
set
Looking
for
dangerously
hot
bitches
and
safe
sex
I
get
mine
and
I
bounce
like
a
bad
check
You
smell
the
ounce,
I
ain't
even
in
ya
house
yet
We
smoke
loud,
might
have
to
get
your
ears
checked
out
After
your
hoes
leave
the
Jets'
hangout
Them
lames
ain't
even
know
the
newest
planes
came
out
But
I'm
in
every
real
nigga
Cutlass
in
the
parking
lot
of
the
Wing
Stop
bumping
So
fuck
it,
I'm
platinum
in
the
streets
I
never
gave
a
fuck
and
that's
what
they
love
She
just
wanna
fuck,
homie
just
wanna
hug
Rapping
roulette,
this
life
is
a
drug
And
baby
girl
can't
get
enough,
fill
her
up
1 No Squares
2 What It Look Like - feat. Wale
3 Jet Life - feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Wiz Khalifa
4 Privacy Glass
5 Armoire - feat. Young Roddy & Trademark
6 Take You There - feat. Marsha Ambrosius
7 Showroom
8 Capitol - feat. 2 Chainz
9 Sunroof - feat. Corner Boy P
10 Sunroof - feat. Corner Boy P
11 Chasin’ Papers
12 Chandelier
13 That's The Thing - feat. Estelle
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