Wale — Faces Feat. Cloudeater
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Faces Feat. Cloudeater Wale03:11
Текст песни: Faces Feat. Cloudeater
Faces Lyrics[Intro: Wale] The goal is to never be content with the present (with the present) We move fast (We move fast) We think forward (we think forward) Cloudeater (Cloudeater) Folarin (Folarin) [Verse 1: Wale] Always with something newer Whoever know their music know I'm the fuckin' manure Uh okay, this is something you never knew I'm part of a special crew of niggas that just reppin' too hard Yea, BIG got the youth in this motherfucker Future, the musicians out the loop when they bar stuggling I'm like a difficult pictureless puzzle spittin' rebuttal Pray you niggas don't never love us, you niggas is sucka's I'm shiftin' faces Bitches give me physical favors Fresh as the first day of school, peep this orientation Syllabusin' me silly brother syllable suckin' Counterproductive, they silly bitches give me production B-b-b-b-beat it She think between her legs, she a fuckin' vagenius I ain't coming to bed, I ain't coming with bread 'Less you know what you're doin' girl, I don't come off the head, na You won't come off the red I'ma blow out some loud, y'all can come out with reg You can be all alone, I'ma be in my zone I'ma watch me some Shone while y'all can covet the throne (Y'all can covet the throne) [Chorus: Cloudeater] Shif-ting Fa-ces Shif-ting Fa-ces Shif-ting Fa-ces I can't place it Shif-ting Fa-ces Shif-ting Fa-ces Shif-ting Fa-ces I can't place it [Verse 2: Wale] Uh, always with something newer Chasin' this revenue never put it over this music Word to my mother, these motherfuckers ain't fuckin' with this I'm young living comfortable get these niggas up out my business Ultra division they rarely am my competition Hear what I'm smokin' my eyes low as a sock in sneaker Not a clipper but I Paul over when I ball Pay regards before you talk you just a Portis on my board Put your shorty in this Audi got like 40 on my arm With this audio I'm sick, leave that audience in awe And this genre needs some change can we be frank it need faith Get that head like DDT let these bitches feel the snake UCB toward man Fendi belts to show my ass Liquor lifted with these bitches they gon' prolly catch a cab Swear that Pac would love my flow, I'm a Marley without my hat Swear that B.I.G. would love my clothes, this is far beyond that rap So much wack shit y'all be hearin' it's so hard to get ya'll back My disclaimer I don't blame ya, just go harder on the track Put my heart in vivid pictures and artists Reppin' that double MM, gettin' money regardless Whether these niggas like it, I'm modifying the genre Ask me why am I whispering 'cause nigga I'm tired of talking Bring drums, bring drums, uh, bring drums, uh [Chorus: Cloudeater] Shif-ting Fa-ces Shif-ting Fa-ces Shif-ting Fa-ces I can't place it Shif-ting Fa-ces Shif-ting Fa-ces Shif-ting Fa-ces I can't place it
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