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  • Текст песни Wale - Street Runner

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    The nerve of these niggas they acting like they done already made it
    Practice make perfect so perfect will be my mama's maiden
    These niggas lame and uneducated and constipated
    What I lay every statement should be the defecation
    My denim made by respected Asians I dress amazing
    My shirt so crazy I get away with some Sketchers Shape ups
    Such a lie for I couldn't get up out these Nike's
    Number five Tokyo don't even know the price
    Bitch we balling like we ain't harvesting for tomorrow
    We ain't no gangsters but we gone mob up before we borrow
    Gold bottles flow getting me Aziago
    With braggodacio like Randy Macho man out the toro
    I'm a slim jim it's designated to your lady
    Now that Benz friend I'm sliding in that new Mercedes
    Or whatever her name is she just likes to get famous
    And I bet she see the light know that's Benjamin Franklin
    I'm gonna make it big
    I'm gonna make it rrrrrrrrrreal
    Giving you my heart
    I'm gonna make it rrrrrrrrrreal
    Look is this what you predicted look what you becoming
    It's funny privacy limits even though I'm living with comfort
    How can you really do it how can you really love it
    When women who never loved you is showing you so much of it
    Real niggas respect me I ain't switch up my image
    Real women respect me they can tell that I listen
    And little niggas is mad that I'm winning
    They got opinions but got no bitches
    Won't pop a pistol pop up a midget
    God bless 'em my cigar fill with all my stressing
    Don't own a mirror but made a million simply reflecting
    Tell my respecters on Malcom X I apply the pressure
    Lucaya closed from a line of row no lying go check it
    And I do this for the coaching
    And I'm hoping I can motivate and do it big as Oprah
    Word real nigga shit you might gone need some help
    Hit the scene guillotine niggas head off their selves
    I'm gonna make it big
    I'm gonna make it rrrrrrrrrrreal
    Giving you my heart
    I'm gonna make it rrrrrrrrrreal
    Brooklyn finest The New York Grant God's favor DJ Clock Kent

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