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lirik lagu mass appeal (freestyle) – wale

“m*ss appeal (freestyle)”

lil 2 minute joint
rest in peace guru
its cold as sh*t in this booth

[verse: wale]
i got that m*ss appeal
i like to ask the bad b*tches if they *ss is real
i like my gl*sses filled, as if it has to spill
i give her vicodin relief you just an aspirin pill
i smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
they f*ck with the message but they don’t f*ck with my etiquette
its somethin they never get, but f*ck it i represent
so i don’t kid around like i’m searchin for surrogates
with no effort i’m iller, they won’t breath what i’m spittin’
i’m controlling the air, like a drizzy decision
i’m a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different
lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision
f*ck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potentry
i do it my way, mof*ck’ what ya’ll say
and these weak n*gg*s like a mof*ckin’ friday
enemies sleep, n*gg* eat with ya, talk to ya
walk with ya close enough until they get they teeth in ya
my heart livin, got silver lining to soft women
and real n*gg*s gone see they end before they see a limit
ambition, its a lot of people get it
and if they all in your business then you don’t need a twitter
lord knows that four door fit eight women
lappin’ up b*tches while literally lappin’ all you n*gg*s
decathlon em, maccin’ on em
black power range rover, mof*ckin’ mastodon ’em
the mask is on ’em like a catholic service
people be tellin’ me i need me an african woman
i just bask in the moment, give my p*ssion to no one
give *rg*sm’s to women who scared to ask me to hold em’
reputation is vital when you facin your rival
i’m from the side where silly n*gg*s hate or they like you
confused admirers go russel with bryant
i put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael
m*ss appeal and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill
i like my gl*sses full, as if my eyes is big
and f*ck you don’t look up to me, my girl is 5’6″
i got some fire and sh*t
i got some woods in yellow, to the burbs i’m ghetto
in the hood i’m well-o over they head sometimes
guess i’m ahead of my time
i swear i put this sh*t down without a gimmick or lie
i’d rather live in a prison setting then live in a lie
and n*gg*s slippin if they think the f*cking grip is a lie
a couple posites i got, even penny’ll stop
and i keep put em on punishment they won’t ever come out

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