Wale - Routine (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Wale - Routine (en) Lyrics
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So much money you gotta put that
shit on a scale, nigga
We ain't never goin'
back to being broke
One time for all my young niggas
in the trenches (Woo)
Ain't chasing a bitch, I'm chasing
a dream (You know the routine)
Ah, damn, look what a nigga done made
of the team (You know the routine)
I know why they jealous, I be on
the type of stuff they never
seen (You know the routine)
Whole 'nother level, I shit
on them niggas and ain't
even mean it (Whoa, whoa)
Young nigga blowin' old money, spend
a milli', make it back (Whoa, whoa)
Made enough off a old hustle, I
don't even gotta rap (Whoa)
Grind and I get it, stack and
I spend it, you know the routine
(You know the routine)
Poppin' them tags, gettin' them
bags, you know the routine,
hey (You know the routine)
Mike Amiri put a hole in my jeans
I ain't playin', in a
whole 'nother league
Go to Philly, then I go to Reddys
Then I get a Rollie,
then I meet a bitch
And then I get a zip
And then I take a dip
into her womanness
I feel like Carson Wentz
I got the wisdom
If a nigga sit the bench
I got a funny feeling that
you niggas fooling
Boy, he still the coldest
This the moment I come different, yeah
Yeah, BAPE, Folarin,
no monkey business
Can't H&M us, no
Shout out to women in Cape Town
Africa's always a great time
Donald said all of us live in huts
I tell him, "Dummy, go to Lagos"
Oh, you niggas like to play tough?
You really hatin' 'cause your pay stub
Philly women really chillin' with me
Now I really can't stop sayin' jawn
The double-M-G is back, mo'
See me with Sneak and with fat boy
See, they can sleep on
my raps, they have
But who really, really can bag hoes?
(Whoa, whoa, Folarin, bitch)
You know how we living, I ain't
gotta post it (I don't)
I ain't even boastin' (Yeah)
How many times I gotta tell you
'bout these 'Raris and Wraiths
and Ghosts? (Skrrt-skrrt)
How many times I gotta tell you that
I mob, La Cosa Nostra? (The mob)
How many famous bitches do I gotta
fuck for the love of the culture?
Oh Lord, everything Kosher
Came in this bitch with a chip
on my shoulder (Whoa)
Took it to Vegas (Vegas)
I bet it all at the table
at poker (Whoa)
Just look at they faces (Faces)
I know they don't like how I'm fucking
them over (They don't)
These niggas is crazy (Crazy)
You never gon' catch me out
rockin' a choker (No)
I'm on some shit right now, I feelin'
lit right now (Lit right now)
We catch a snake in the grass,
he gettin' clipped right
down (Brrt, brrt)
I got a hundred in cash, I'm 'bout to
spend right now (Spend right now)
They try to put me in last, but what
do it look like now? (Woo)
Fingerprints on that dope money
Healy sent you to a new crib (Huh)
Bad bitch speak pig Latin
Tussionex with a new seal (Huh)
Sticker price with the white bricks
Raekwon with the Wu deal (Woo)
Slice a pie and we all eat
Stick a straw in my cough syrup
I don't fuck with these weirdos
Swear to God, it be paranoid
Treat a jet like it's a cab fare
Sold a brick, came back for it
Your whole clique be your pallbearers
R-I-P for a small error
Black Phantom, blessed pharaoh
Black Bo', rest well (Bo)
Collins Ave in a high rise
Cocaine white skyline
What I labeled a memoir
To broke niggas is sci-fi
Bad bitch on my sideline
Name tatted on five wives
Stackin' money like Mayweather
And they heard I got nine lives
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