paroles de chanson New Balances - Wale
Is
it
good
or
bad,
wrong
or
right
shit?
Folarin
II,
yeah
We
still
in
a
motherfuckin'
pandemic,
nigga
Look,
they
ain't
want
me
here,
fuck
it,
I'm
back
though
And
I'm
with
so
many,
so
many
rap
flow
Toe-to-toe
with
the
mic,
I
am
Mike-like
And
you
hoe
niggas
lookin'
Glass
Joe
It's
a
hole
in
my
heart
from
my
last
hoe
It's
a
hole
in
her
wallet
right
after
Every
lyric
I
wrote
is
her
caption
When
we
broke
up,
she
posted
her
CashApp,
yeah
She
could've
hit
me
for
it
(pussy)
sweet
like
Pepsi
Cola
(look)
I
play
but
I'm
not
no
toy,
she
need
flavor,
I'm
no
LaCroix,
mm
IRS
keep
callin',
count
my
racks
I
don't
record
it,
mm
Fame
ain't
like
you
know,
pay
these
taxes
and
these
lawyers,
yeah
Nigga
this
Prada
from
'26,
desire
for
money
is
somethin'
else
Phylicia
Rashād
is
a
lucky
woman,
it's
hard
workin'
with
the
funny
bills
Authentic,
never
counterfeit,
count
it
up
'til
it's
calluses
OG's
flippin'
old
money,
same
old
city,
new
balances
That's
why
the
city
always
feels
like
a
trap
We
might
be
divided
and
lost
and
everything
When
we
come
together
like
a,
like
a
iron
hand
and
Feds
all
over,
right?
The
main
idea
is
to
stop
killin'
each
other
man,
and
come
together
They
don't
like
it
but
fuck
it,
I'm
back
Cookies
in
bag,
I
got
no
time
to
be
mad
I
got
no
time
to
be
tied
up
in
feelings
I
gotta
re-up,
you
gotta
relax
I
gotta
be
classy,
I've
been
dissin',
I've
been
chillin',
don't
ask
me
How
I'm
feelin',
I'm
as
good
as
I'm
gon'
be
Check
yo'
census,
niggas
won't
even
see
me,
tryna
be
noisy
And
it
really
be
one
deep,
ain't
really
get
no
sleep
And
it
really
be
women
that
tell
me
they
need
me
But
don't
even
know
me
This
shit
can
get
O.D
So
I'm
lookin'
at
the
game
funny
like
I'm
in
a
nosebleed
I'm
a
leader,
a
man
You
trick
with
bitches
that'll
feed
me
in
bed
It's
different,
nigga,
I
can
speak
to
they
soul
The
pussy
wetter
when
it
ain't
for
a
bag
But
how
would
you
know?
We
stuck
to
the
code
I
ain't
switchin',
I
be
good
when
it's
slow
Y'all
'on't
hit
me
when
the
numbers
is
low
You
make
a
hit,
a
nigga
smother
your
phone
and
try
to
big
bro
you
Hol'
up,
I'm
in
Miami,
the
toes
out
Shout
out
to
Zoey,
the
Zoes
out,
Bam
Adebayo
on
courtside
Bag
on
me,
I'm
really
Yoruba,
I'm
really
royalty,
I
move
important
Free
agent,
I
rock
what
I
want
right
Salehe,
he
just
got
me
the
orange
ones,
uh,
yeah
Authentic,
never
counterfeit
When
it's
God-given
and
you
elevated
All
these
satan
niggas
want
you
down
with
them
Yeah,
yeah,
pray
for
'em,
they
embarassin'
I
stayed
loyal
I
got
old
runners,
OG
checks,
new
balances
Yeah,
mm,
new
balances
Same
old
city,
new
balances
Yeah,
new
balances
Way
more
checks,
new
balances,
yeah
Oh,
I
tell
you,
you
dress
very
nice
They
want
to
compare
everybody
with
everybody
I
don't
care
what
anybody
say
you
at,
you
are
still
above
the
game
1 New Balances
2 Name Ring Bell
3 Poke It Out (feat. J. Cole)
4 Poke It Out (feat. J. Cole)
5 Tiffany Nikes
6 Caramel
7 Fluctuate
8 Light Years (feat. Rick Ross)
9 Angles (feat. Chris Brown)
10 Dearly Beloved (feat. Jamie Foxx)
11 More Love (feat. Shawn Stockman of Boyz ll Men & Sauce of Backyard Band)
12 Jump In (feat. Lil Chris of T.O.B.)
13 Down South (feat. Maxo Kream & Yella Beezy)
14 Extra Special (feat. Ant Clemons)
15 Fire & Ice
16 Beverly Blvd
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