WALE - White Linen lyrics

rate me

Fly nigga couldn't sell me enough different homes

And I be good til the fat woman sing a note

I'm tryna find light swimming up in this patron

I'm taking women to heaven and then I take em home

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Word... she said she love me but she lying

Shit I'm lying too!

Told that bitch I love her for her mind

Well that's quite true, bust-a-move, head game

Never boo. watch that pussy open

Turn that sofa into a fuckin pool

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

I'm looking good in everything, but she look good in leather

Call me cocky I love it

They be far from a sucker

I'm longer than em: I ain't talking no rockin republic

I don't shop in the public

Ain't finna wait in line

This not a free throw, it's easier from the lay-up line

I got time, you got time too

You with the boss, baby, so when I move you move

Let's have some drinks: malibu and how I do

And after that we do whatever we want to...

Girl I'm in charge: that means I'm coolin

I have my own agenda: that means I'm coolin

Pimp-stroll on em, you being cold on em

Couldn't fuck with it with a million m-4′s on em

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I tell em "honey, I know shit, I'm so sunny"

And this is all pro-bono

All-star weekend f; ppr seats by the coaches

Flying all frequent, reclining on beaches

Half a millie on the rolls – got my mind on?

I ain't worried, but I"m tryna find a keeper

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

And we fuck, I beast up and throw a little peace up

So peace out, I'mma get up with you in like 3 months

Word.? will make the heart broke

With that said, I ain't around like my old combs

And I be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close