paroles de chanson Publishing Checks - Wale
This
shit
my
destiny
Been
out
and
I
dress
in
Drais
An
hour
with
the
back
and
forth
Made
a
mortgage
from
housing
beats
The
devil,
you
bother
me
Got
a
chopper
I
never
squeeze
No
Wahala,
I
play
for
keeps
And
my
drama
baratata
at
your
feet
But
back
to
that
rapper
shit
That
backpack,
not
that
trapper
shit
I'm
addicted
to
fashion
and
bitches
'bout
action
And
Visvim
and
moccasins
You
tripping,
I
got
the
shit
You
tripping,
I
got
the
shit
I
spend
it
and
spend
it
and
spend
it
and
spend
it
I
make
this
shit
back
on
my
publishing
Check
out
my
publishing
All
the
niggas
who
with
me
don't
love
a
bitch
All
the
niggas
who
with
me
don't
love
a
hoe
Kind
of
clumsy,
I
might
let
that
Baretta
go
Man
I'm
Lunch'n,
I
just
them
edibles
Now
my
head
is
spinng,
where
that
antidote
Bitch
I'm
trying
to
mold
you
cause
you'r
man
a
hoe
Now
this
shit
jump'n
like
Manigault
Think
about
it,
who
been
alive?
They
fronting
on
the
product
Kept
it
real
when
I
got
my
deal
In
the
field
and
I'm
feeling
proper
Niggas
say
I
don't
got
it
I
just
say
I
don't
get
'em
I'm
a
giant
that
play
with
jets
You
guessed,
I'm
a
dome
splitter
Sent
up
some
lil
niggas
Ain't
back
down
from
no
niggas
Since
I
was
in
the
county
Y'all
was
giving
dick
to
all
the
quarter
bitches
Put
on
that
for
the
city
Record
shit
for
the
city
Finessing,
finessing,
finessing,
finessing
Don't
tell
me
they
drawing,
you
got
a
minute?
Fuck
is
my
publishing?
All
the
niggas
who
with
me
don't
love
a
bitch
All
the
niggas
who
with
me
don't
love
a
hoe
Kind
of
clumsy,
I
might
let
that
Baretta
go
And
I'm
lunch'n,
I
just
ate
them
edibls
Now
my
head
is
spinng,
where
that
antidote
Bitch
I'm
trying
to
mold
you
cause
your
man
a
hoe
Now
I
got
this
shit
jumping
like
Manigault
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.