WALE

WALE - Flat Out feat. Trinidad James lyrics

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[Hook]

What’s your stat bout, me and my niggas we flat out

Double mg, double mg, that boa, that boa, that boa

What’s your stat bout, me and my niggas we flat out

Double mg, double mg, that boa, that boa, that boa

What’s your stat bout, me and my niggas we flat out

Double mg, double mg, that boa, that boa, that boa

What’s your stat bout, me and my niggas we flat out

Double mg, double mg, that boa, that boa, that boa

Told you niggas to not fuck with us, hope you niggas not fuck with us

You caught feelings cause I caught attention

She caught a flight after I caught a nap, whoa

Shout out to my brothers though, for me too

You gonn make sure haters when you love a hoe

All echelon god bless my soul

Call for the mike, infectious flow

Part of my vocab ain’t good, but the school I was in ain’t had no books

These right niggas never had me shook, I am from a town that is ran by crooks

Get the work from out of town, put the money in the pound

Niggas steppin on the bottles like it’s alley fuck

Throw yak, yak, come get at me first, lil nigga better act your worth

Understand niggas got to be heard

Why the fuck niggas got to be heard?

[Hook]

What’s your stat bout, me and my niggas we flat out

Double mg, double mg, that boa, that boa, that boa

What’s your stat bout, me and my niggas we flat out

Double mg, double mg, that boa, that boa, that boa

What’s your stat bout, me and my niggas we flat out

Double mg, double mg, that boa, that boa, that boa

What’s your stat bout, me and my niggas we flat out

Double mg, double mg, that boa, that boa, that boa

I usually don’t do freestyle, cause my style ain’t free, nigga

I stay fresh up head to toe

I said fly from the feet up

I see you lookin for a real nigga, bitch look up and you’ll see up

If you lookin for your bitch nigga, don’t look up, ...

I said hallelujah, bitch pop the pussy, cause you raise the hand and pop the pussy

I mean wale, that mmg, that molly make her go

And that money make me show out, I said my grind...

I’m a real nigga, don’t do hand outs, my mama crill my stash house

In a easy box, nigga, oh lord, nigga zip lock in my concor

Say tell the feds I don’t give a fuck, I’m the man now, I’m the man now

And there’s dc to the A town, I said dc to the A town

I’ma fuck niggas that’s hands down, but in dc, they flat out!

[Hook]

What’s your stat bout, me and my niggas we flat out

Double mg, double mg, that boa, that boa, that boa

What’s your stat bout, me and my niggas we flat out

Double mg, double mg, that boa, that boa, that boa

What’s your stat bout, me and my niggas we flat out

Double mg, double mg, that boa, that boa, that boa

What’s your stat bout, me and my niggas we flat out

Double mg, double mg, that boa, that boa, that boa.

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