Wale - Talk 2 Me Lyrics

Talk 2 me Wale
you know we had to do it again bruh bruh

Talk 2 me
Talk 2 me
Talk 2 me
Talk 2 me
Talk 2 me
Talk 2 me


what up bankhead
Hey lil mama whats your name
Im wale but they call me great
PRPS cover my eight's
uhh, lemme switch my pace
No rims on my Benz-o
Just tint hoe and good endo
I love a girl that think alot
Cause sex with me is mental
That mental, that brain power
my J rolled and that thing loud
Thats OG, I OD
my hoes loud but im low key
Its no drought were I be
bitch no police, heres fire wings
Dats five piece thats how I be
im proud of me im so G
im carry out with it
who are yall kiddin
N-gga I live it cant get in my business
Cant get with my bitches
Cant get my lyrics
I dont give five shits come get with my skrilla
Killa I roller cheese blazed
high as fuck and feelin great
I thought I was out Atlanta
But God damn im outta space
Bitch no days off
And I aint got no breaks
And I dont take these bitches out
I make pyjama dates
Feed them to some convo
and some wine
and take a condom break
If she dont fake I work that p-ssy out
like it was outta shape



I get money then I'm gone that's a hard pill to swallow
I got money on my phone if you talkin have a convo
Throwin hundreds then im gone you cant go to the places I go
(never)
when that money calls I holla back
cause gettin to this dough is all I know

I holla back
I holla back
I holla back
I holla back
I holla back
I holla back
I holla back
I holla back


huh,
She wanna be grown
I know that is your bitch
but she wont leave me 'lone
look, she love me from them poems
and them songs, in my zone
and im gone and she gone
But she gone home
she say no and she say she on
n-gga f-ck that
she gone open up we gone puff dat
coconuts ciroc where Puff at?
Never fall in love dont cuff dat
while y'all foreplay I punt that
4 downs
more rounds
more vodka
more brown
more broads
more loud
more money to count
Yeah you know I'm gettin right
Bet they on my dick tonight
all my women fly as shit
why your bitches scared of heights?
why these broads hear my late call
start rushing over runnin lights?
why they try to see my flow
but they know dats outta sight
my Polo cost ends
and bitch im dolo
f-ck friends, so all who dont know
I'm in so take a photo
my fit is sick as shit cant find these shoes
unless you was out in 92?
rest in peace that DJ Am, Clark Kent
Dats my f-ckin dude
lets go




Money's on the mental
my efforts monumental
I go more than mental
this is more than redbull the window
he's coming
thats what these hoes say
just Patron and Rose
got these hoes, oops these cameras keep on rolling
from start until explosion
they down to do it all
I call em US open
big money I can't fold it
it calls me like I owe it
I dont car nothin bout it
I hit the mall and blow it
my money's ever lasting
if you seen me, you would know it
I swear money's all I know
green I go, I'm Ford focused
I know they mad I'm on
but thats too bad cause err sh-t
Im here to stay I brought my bags
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