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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: Wale feat. Rick Ross & Fabolous
Песня: Albert Pujols
Добавил: Гость
Wale feat. Rick Ross & Fabolous – Albert Pujols 0Boss is my position, I got the ammunition All the while they talking this Ambition [Hook:] (Rick Ross) In the caravan of some Latin b!tches Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers Oye mami, ven aca papi chulo Let me knock it out the park, I’m talking Albert Pujols (Wale) Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new mothef-cking two door This shit ain’t nothing new though I’m tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols [Verse 1: Wale] Made a million with the pen Make my women follow dreams, p-ssy popping follow him B!tches check on my stats, women get too attached F-ck what them niggas saying I hit whoever at bat Tryna rock it Atlanta Bravest know I’m awesome Bet I be like Fenway out in Boston, my green is a monster We don’t speak to informants, they just look for a weigher They just hating on the game, they just way too Canseco Gotta thank my crew, my label, everything I do they a o- K with, who the f-ck gon’ say something? Shit grand like a mothef-cking bass low Three strikes put a mothef-cking K up Double M nigga now we up Three strikes like a mothef-cking C.C You wife ain’t shit, we G’d her Huh, we G’d up, G’d up Up in my new two door Knock it out the park, Albert Pujols [Hook:] (Rick Ross) In the caravan of some Latin b!tches Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers Oye mami, ven aca papi chulo Let me knock it out the park, I’m talking Albert Pujols (Wale) Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new mothef-cking two door This shit ain’t nothing new though I’m tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols [Verse 2: Fabolous] Feel like I seen it all, but I can’t say so Be a snitch! No way, Jose Canseco Face down, ass up, ain’t none of my b!tches planking though We got stripes in my city, ain’t none of my niggas Yankees though It’s going down in history, the way I valet two doors She blew a kiss at me, I told her darling cool-o Listen b, just give my stylist Kudos And my consistency, I call that Albert Pujols Shouts out to St. Louey, swag champ I got the belt Big H if it ain’t Louie, cuffing you b!tch is not gon’ help They asking me what I wear, I think YSL is how it spell And I might just let you touch it if you don’t go tell ‘em how I felt Real nigga, that’s just how I’m built From turning white into cream, powdered milk To getting rich off a dream, I throw it in a bag This the Ambition anthem, I flow the tone in flat [Hook:] (Rick Ross) In the caravan of some Latin b!tches Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers Oye mami, ven aca papi chulo Let me knock it out the park, I’m talking Albert Pujols (Wale) Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new mothef-cking two door This shit ain’t nothing new though I’m tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols |
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