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Wale - Folarin II Album Lyrics



Wale - Folarin II Lyrics






New Balances

Is it good or bad, wrong or right shit?
Folarin II, yeah
We still in a motherf*ckin' pandemic, nigga

Look
They ain't want me here, f*ck it, I'm back though
And I'm with so many, so many rap flow
Toe-to-toe with the mic, I am Mike like
And you ho niggas lookin' Glass Joe
It's a hole in my heart from my last ho
It's a hole in her wallet right after
Every lyric I wrote is her caption
When we broke up she posted her CashApp, yeah
She could've hit me for it (pussy)
Sweet like Pepsi Cola
Look, I play but I'm not no toy
She need flavor, I'm no LaCroix
IRS keep callin', count my racks I don't record it, mm
Fame ain't like you know, pay these taxes and these lawyers, yeah
Nigga, this Prada from '26, designer for money is somethin' else
Phylicia Rashad is a lucky woman, it's all workin' with the funny bills

Authentic, never counterfeit, count it up 'til it's calluses
OG's flippin' old money, same old city, new balances

It's like the city always been like a trap
We might be divided and lost and everything
But we come together like a, like a iron had, and all over, right?
The main idea is to stop killin' each other, man, and come together (yeah)

They don't like it, but f*ck it, I'm back
Cookies and bag, I got no time to be mad
I got no time to be tied up in feelings
I gotta re-up, you gotta relax
I gotta be classy
I've been distant, I've been chillin' don't ask me
How I'm feelin', I'm as good as I'm gon' be
Check your senses, niggas won't even see me
Tryna be noisy
And really be one deep
And really get no sleep
And it really be women that tell me they need me but don't even know me
But shit can get O.D
So I'm lookin' at the game funny, like I'm in a nosebleed
I'm a leader, a man
You trick with bitches that'll feed me in bed
It's different, nigga, I can speak to their soul
The pussy wetter when it ain't for a bag
But how would you know?
We stuck to the code
I ain't switchin', I be good when it's slow
They don't hit me when the numbers is low
You makin' hit, a nigga smother your phone, and try big bro you
Hol' up, I'm in Miami, the toes out
Shout out to Zoey, the Zoes out
Bam Adebayo on courtside
Bag on me, I'm really Yoruba
I'm really royalty, I'm of important
Free agent, I rock what I want, right
Salehe, he just got me the orange ones, uh, yeah

Authentic, never counterfeit
When it's God-given and you elevated
All these Satan niggas want you down with them, yeah, yeah
Pray for 'em, they embarassin'
I stayed loyal like I owe runners
OG checks, new balances, yeah, mm
New balances
Same old city, new balances, yeah
New balances
Way more checks, new balances, yeah

(?), haha
Oh, I'm tellin' you dressed very nice
(?)
They want to compare everybody with everybody
I don't care what anybody say you are, you are still above the game
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Writer: Douglas Mcgill Cooper, Miles Franklin, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Name Ring Bell

Look
I got, I got it, yeah
Okay, I got it
My sound

Henny-way, can catch me any day sippin' Hennessey
All of my peeps got heavy chains
Who name bell ring? (What?) Who name bell ring?
Like (tinga-linga-ling), like (tinga-linga-ling)
Like (tinga-linga-ling), like (tinga-linga-ling)
Who name bell ring? (Tinga-linga-ling)
Who name bell ring?

Look, we try and make some money, some enemies coming with that
Niggas wanna troll, there's a trophy, they gotta mention
A lot of my haters is mad but I forgive 'em
'Cause every bad bitch in the city tatted "Ambition"
Nah, nah, f*ck your initials
Every bad bitch where you live tatted "Ambition"
Tell me that I got it, said "I been had it"
She said "I've been broken", I said "I been crackin'"
Now I'm on a scene, pocket full of green
First magazine, I was in Supreme
That was in the bleachers, talking 'bout sneakers
Ask your favorite rapper, who his favorite teacher
Who he tryna be, why I gotta B.S?
I don't gotta be liked but I'ma always be good
Ain't gon' always be right, but know my loyalty good
Some niggas quick to speak out, or too pussy to speak up

Henny-way, can catch me any day sippin' Hennessey
All of my peeps got heavy chains
Who name bell ring? (What?) Who name bell ring?
Like (tinga-linga-ling), like (tinga-linga-ling)
Like (tinga-linga-ling), like (tinga-linga-ling)
Who name bell ring? (Tinga-linga-ling)
Who name bell ring?

Yeah, lay low, nobody move 'til I say so
That's mi hermano, we in Tulum stacking pesos
I remember plotting in a diner, me and J. Cole
Now we don't freestyle 'cause we how we stylin' is a bankroll
Rest in piece to Bankroll, y'all ain't got a bankroll
Y'all be talkin' Rolex, but y'all be thinkin' Seiko
Soldiers on the way if you want play 'cause I ain't playful
I got bitches, I got paper, but I'm great 'cause I got favors
Boy, I was on the scene, pocket full of green
Used to rock Moschino, used to sell miskeen
Say I got a ego, I deserve a Egot
Introvert, we actin' like them thing can't sing out
Rocket with the beam, I done brought Hakeem out
Say I need my flowers, well, cookies come to me now
Bring the DMV up, glad they think of me now
Love it or you hate it, but say "thank you" when I be out, boy

Henny-way, can catch me any day sippin' Hennessey
All of my peeps got heavy chains
Who name bell ring? (What?) Who name bell ring?
Like, like
Like, like
Who name bell ring?
Who name bell ring?

Look (tinga-linga-ling)
Tinga-linga-ling
Tinga-linga-ling
Tinga-linga-ling
Tinga-linga-ling
School bell a ring
Knife and fork ah fight fi dumpling
Booyaka, booyaka, call for Shabba Rankin
Shabba Ranks disappear and tear them another chin
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Writer: Olubawale Akintimehin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Poke It Out

[Wale]
(Cool N Dre)
Go, go, go, go, go
Listen (Go, go, let's go)

I just wanna see if you gon' lie or you gon' love me
I was gettin' broads way before I got the money, honey
Since I been a star, they don't love me
The ceilin' got stars when the star got no ceiling
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out)
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah
Yeah, she got a little butt, so what?
Big bag, she can show enough
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah

My regards to the broads that thought I was done
Pick a side, pick a side and die on the joint
I been lettin' things slide, they tryin' too hard
'Cause I ain't left the city once, still travel abroad
Nigga, I'm back on my boss shit
The stick in the Honda Civic, we in the car service
I really just mind my business and pray that God sort 'em
Can't really be long winded
You talkin' short money, today, we not cost cuttin'
Can you stick it out?
Told me she was quarantined, them brand new titties out
And it might be a couple weeks to make them bitches bounce
So I mean it when I be like, "What's the turn around?"
No, really, turn around, okay

I just wanna see if you gon' lie or you gon' love me
I was gettin' broads way before I got the money, honey
Since I been a star, they don't love me
The ceilin' got stars when the star got no ceiling
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out)
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah
Yeah, she got a little butt, so what?
Big bag, she can show enough
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah

[J. Cole, J. Cole & Wale]
Turn around, I wanna see (I wanna see)
Do it look like how it look on IG? (Mm)
Bad from every angle, she got herself a trainer
I know that nigga can't help but take a little peek, uh
Cole World and Folarin co-starrin'
We both flexin', Bo Jacksons, bogartin'
These cap niggas that rap with piss-poor jargon
My latest whip, my latest chick was both foreign
I know all my hoes miss me
I been the shit since I hit elementary
She know who run it, the one that keep it hunnid
To find a better nigga, you gon' have to live a century (Century)
Evidently, the coach can't bench me
The franchise player, I don't know how to miss
And they can't buy a layup, I'm anti what they are
I can't take my eyes off your pants, I swear
Girl, you shinin' like a damn Moncler
I'm thinkin' we should dip like the Cam'ron era
If you the big steppa, I'm the landmine here
That's the one they know they can't come near

[Wale & J. Cole]
I just wanna see if you gon' lie or you gon' love me
I was gettin' broads way before I got the money, honey
Since I been a star, they don't love me
The ceilin' got stars when the star got no ceiling
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out)
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah
Yeah, she got a little butt, so what?
Big bag, she can show enough
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah

[Wale & J. Cole]
Break it down, look
Poke it out, I wanna
See you play whether you
Meg Thee Stallion or like
Coi Leray, okay
I just wanna see if you gon' lie or you gon' love me
I was gettin' broads way before I got the money, honey
Since I been a star, they don't love me
The ceilin' got stars in there, boy
Stop playin'
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Writer: Harry Fraud, Jermaine H. Coleman, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Barry White, Kamaal Ibn Jonathan Davis Fareed
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Tiffany Nikes

I take a win, I take a loss
Revenue good but my legacy not
They on the fence, I'm on the charts
Talk with my money and speak with my heart
Niggas don't like me and they don't know why
But don't matter, won't fight me
2009, I was putting 'em on, they wasn't excited
Now they on the blogs for dressin' just like me, ironic
Tell me you, tell me you, tell me you (hot)
Who work for the government, not for the block
Tell me you, tell me you, tell me you (hot)
A decade or better, with how many bops?

Hell if I know why them crackers don't like me
Maybe I'm Black and I'm actin' just like it
Maybe my passion done f*cked up my prices
Got too many bitches and too many vices
Tiffany, Tiffany, Tifany Nikes
Don't get it twisted, you just got invited
Pull up with Lik, he ain't thinkin' about it
Some niggas be eatin', some niggas be bitin'
Rep for the niggas that's seekin' some knowledge
F*ck with the queens but ain't geekin' about 'em
Trust me I'm sayin', this shit ain't a game
The least you could do is go tweet for Breonna
I do not f*ck with white people who silent
I do not f*ck with white people who quiet
I do not f*ck with white people who see it
Don't say it, I'm sayin', they racist compliant
I know some teenagers facin' some charges
His ankle be beep but still need one more body
Heart is a stone, that's all that he know
I wish I could show him that pressure make diamonds, they

Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Nikes
'Fore I was famous, I skated with diamonds
Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Nikes
That was '05, I was always the livest
Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, though
Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, though
Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Nikes
'Fore I was famous, I skated with diamonds
Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Nikes
That was '05, I was always the livest
Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, though
Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, though
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Writer: Olubawale Akintimehin, Darrell Able
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Caramel

Caramel kisses (yeah, yeah), you send my way
(God bless your life, thug life, send my way)
I won't complain (we love you), just don't go away
(Maestro, why you listen to the bass drop) (Church)
Caramel kisses, you send my way
I won't complain (what's sweet, right?), just don't go away (what's sweet?)
Caramel kisses (whoa, whoa), you send my way
I won't complain (yeah, look, mm), just don't go away (uh-huh)

Look
The sweetest thing I ever known (ever known)
Cupid caught me with no Kevlar, my shit exposed
My heart is bleedin' on my sleeve but it ain't broke
It's just that everybody see what I ain't mean to show
And if I'm fallin', you ain't gotta be my pick me up
The path you're walkin' probably hard enough, that's really love
I'm really goin' through some problems, I won't share with her
I let her walk and pray that God will send her when I'm good, go
Don't be geekin', no never (caramel kisses), spend a week all alone (you send my way)
I've been chasin' these goals, I've been unreachable, don't I?
It's facetious to think that she made squeeze in this void (I won't complain just, don't go)
You don't really know people 'til y'all be speakin' to lawyers
Is your job your passion? (Caramel kisses) Is your passion your love?
Is your love your world? (You send my way)
Is your world not enough?
If you chasin' then chase it (I won't complain just, don't go)
Will it be bad or be good?
Until you carry 'em both, nothing is caramel though, what's sweet?

Caramel kisses, you send my way (whoa)
I won't complain, just don't go away
Caramel kisses, you send my way (whoa)
I won't complain just (I got you too), don't go away (I'm on)

Look, bag chasin' (bag chasin', caramel kisses)
Activated (activated, you send my way)
Lackin' focus (lackin' focus)
I be at this paper (get this money)
She like my vibe (like my vibe, I won't complain just)
Hate my grind (hate my grind, don't go away)
When I'm on my time (one more time)
I be lackin' patience, look-look-look
Bag chasin' (bag chasin', caramel kisses)
Activated (activated, you send my way)
Lackin' focus (lackin' focus)
I be at this paper (get this money)
Shorty like my vibe (like my vibe, I won't complain just)
Shorty, hate my grind (one more time, don't go away)
When I'm on my time (one more time)
I be lackin' patience (woo)

I know she like attention (caramel kisses)
Initially I ditched it, but now I'm on this mission (you send my way)
I guess that's insufficient
And bitches ain't your competition
(I won't complain just), you viral, they wishin' (don't go away)
It's just my admiration for you rival my ambition
My talent is super special (caramel kisses)
Pursuin' you, super selfish (you send my way)
My Superwoman super but me, I'm too superficial
Money ain't everything (I won't complain just), but it's everything we envision
That caramel I've been huggin' (don't go away)
Ain't sweeter than Hershey Kisses (right, listen)

Caramel kisses (yeah, hmm, hmm, hmm), you send my way (you send my way, ha)
I won't complain just (hol' up) don't go away (like that)
Caramel kisses, you send my way (you send my way, whoa, whoa)
I won't complain just (yeah, whoa, whoa, mm), don't go away (thug life, baby)
Caramel kisses (activated), you send my way (lackin' focus, I be at this paper)
I won't complain just (she like my vibe, she hate my grind) don't go away
(But I'm on my time, thug life)
Caramel kisses, you send
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Writer: Olubawale Akintimehin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Fluctuate

Yeah
Na-na, na-na, na, na
Na, na, we live?

You know that love fluctuate (that's right)
And a hater fluctuate (alright)
You gon' question who you trust when that paper fluctuate (that's right)
Know their love fluctuate
And the haters fluctuate
They question who you trust when they paper fluctuate
Choose me, choose you, use me, use you
What's love, what's true? Ooh, ooh-ooh
Choose me, choose you, use me, use you
What's love, what's true? Ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, ayy, ayy

I thought our problems were because of me
'Cause now I know things we both (?) 'cause you don't know what love really means

It's demons on my mind, they on the way to my heart
It's people on my side, they tryna break me apart
We super petty, we buyin' tables right by the opps
And we don't attend their parties but send they parties some sh-, ha
I'm introvert and I pop
You niggas scary, you hot
I greenlight you a paper, plus you got paperwork, stop
You'll never who'll be cool
Some gon' lie under oath, some gon' lie to the crew
Some gon' say what they say, but they gon' do what they do
They play you thirsty for fame, they play you Bishop for juice
Ain't no morals, no rules
Game ruthless and cruel, it's way too many funerals
Pallbearers, the shooters, who's who?

You know that love fluctuate (that's right)
And a hater fluctuate (alright)
You gon' question who you trust when that paper fluctuate (that's right)
Know their love fluctuate
And the haters fluctuate
They question who you trust when they paper fluctuate
Choose me, choose you, use me, use you
What's love, what's true? Ooh, ooh-ooh
Choose me, choose you, use me, use you
What's love, what's true? Ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, ayy, ayy

I thought our problems were because of me
'Cause now I know things we both (?) 'cause you don't know what love really means
(?) (yo, let that shit rock)

Look
If I come up with you, then I'm growin' with you
When I'ma run my mouth, I'ma floss with you
I'ma rumble with you, I'ma war with you
I'ma humble niggas if they go against you
On mothers, nigga
Different mother, nigga, different father, nigga
Still my brother, nigga
But you cross me, it's no talkin'
Bring a horseshoe, bring a four leaf, bring a whole map and a compass
You gon' need luck if you lost me (if you lost me), boy
And my worst drug been loyalty, yeah (been loyalty), mm
'Cause I've loved those who never know peace, who don't know God
So don't know love, so they be too dumb to know I'm royalty, cool (mm)
They poker chips, I'm a Rothstein
I'ma walk nice, I'ma talk mean
I'm a real nigga, y'all false beef
Y'all beyond meat, it's beyond me
You don't love me but don't try me, look

You know that love fluctuate (that's right)
And a hater fluctuate (alright)
You gon' question who you trust when that paper fluctuate (that's right)
Know their love fluctuate
And the haters fluctuate
They question who you trust when they paper fluctuate
Choose me, choose you, use me, use you
What's love, what's true? Ooh, ooh-ooh
Choose me, choose you, use me, use you
What's love, what's true? Ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, ayy, ayy

Greatness is, doing the most difficult thing in the world
With the simplest of ease, that's greatness
To do something almost impossible but to do it like it's nothing
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Writer: Brian Morgan, DJ Khalid, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Lightyears

(M-M)
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. LEAGUE)

I am light years ahead of these niggas
I'm thinkin' bigger, we can link up, but we know the difference
Yeah, and I don't move like an industry nigga
My life is under a microscope, my chemistry special
Uh, the gangsters angsty in my section
You niggas speak on me, have you leakin' like dirty business
Thirty niggas with .30's on 'em, you act numb
Until them drums touch you, you actin' different
Now who you feelin'? (Brrt)

And I'm ready for whatev', and I'm heavy, where you at?
So tell me why you mad? Y'all can't keep up
And your girl sit in my Benz, then I open up her head
Then I open up her legs, y'all can't keep up

Uh, Double M, we forever the legends (M-M)
Rest in peace to Black and Peanut, they seen my potential
I used to borrow Ross whips to go pick up some women
Run through Carol City, I'm vicious like I'm Willis McGahee
Been Double M for like a decade though
Nobody seein' it from now 'til siempre though
They say I do things, I'm insane, and get psycho
I'm pro-black, my cloth top look like Kente though
I'm gone, wow

And I'm ready for whatev', and I'm heavy, where you at?
So tell me why you mad? Y'all can't keep up
And your girl sit in my Benz, then I open up her head
(I honestly feel like you gotta know your past to know your future)
Then I open up her legs, y'all can't keep up
(You gotta know where you from to know where you're goin')

I'm in the mood to watch my son become a man
Colin Kaepernick scramblin' in the south of France
See the kids in the park, I pray your gun'll jam
Set examples for all the hustlers who holdin' hands
Consequences, at odds with all the older heads
New money, cigars, who really know the ledge?
Earth, wind and fire, birthed my desire
Cheers to the hustlers, toast to the choir
Waterfall-lit crib while the strip dry
Two-hundred-thou' for a show for the tenth time
Light years, now we trendin' light years
Life sentence for my lil' man, that's light years
Day dreamin', gettin' brain in some nice wheels
And I'm still seein' Trump in all my nightmares
Still won't see enough with all the white sales
No, I still won't see enough with all the white sales
Went from film, now you baggin' up at Trader Joes
Foreclose on your home, that's just the way it goes
Invest in yourself, blessed for light years
Versace or Huarache in my new Nike gear
Light years, light years
Versace or Huarache in my new Nike gear (wow)

And I'm ready for whatev', and I'm heavy, where you at?
So tell me why you mad? Y'all can't keep up
And your girl sit in my Benz, then I open up her head
Then I open up her legs, y'all can't keep up
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Writer: Erik Ortiz, Kenneth Bartolomei, Kevin Crowe, Olubawale Akintimehin, Rick Ross
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Angles

Oh, oh
($K, kick it fool)
(Hitmaka!)
Oh, oh
Yeah
(Sound)
(OG Parker)

See the way it's you and I, girl, I can't tame you (tame)
I can't blame you, yeah (blame)
You know the way to pose
You know, you know your angles, oh (straight)
I can't tame you, I can't tame you (tame) (yeah, Wale, yeah)
I can't, I can't change you, oh (ooh) (yeah)

Internationally known on this microphone
Holyfield, Ross crib, we at Tyson's though
Lonely nights, I'm alright, I can vibe alone
So don't tired if I'm quiet, no inquiring though
I know your angles, way back then bitches show your bracelets
Cartiers, stack 'em for days look like Thanos
You sayin' the universe ain't grateful (grateful)
I put infinity stones all on your fingers
Generous when I got feelings for who I got
Feelings for when I'm not, feeling you, girl, I'm not
Dealin' with other feelings, I feel that you feel alot
'Cause I be in my feelings, I'm givin' you what I've got
Maybe I'm on your page, maybe I got your heart
Maybe I can't love you 'cause I don't know where to start
Ain't chasin' your potential, potential ain't enough
I guess I am what I am, but you are who you was, what's up? (Wale)

See the way it's you and I, girl, I can't tame you (tame)
I can't blame you, yeah (blame)
You know the way to pose
You know, you know your angles, oh (straight)
I can't tame you, I can't tame you (tame) (you look good, girl)
I can't, I can't change you, oh (ooh) (said you look good)

Okay, this energy's givin' me sex symbol
Pose for me, girl, I think I'm the best with you
Pose for me more, I think you're the best for me
Now post when I'm done, then credit your ex-nigga
Hey, you petty, you flex different
You know I be the plug, the one that connect with you
Now go up in these stores and tell 'em who mess with you
You know I'd take you home, but now you address different (woo)
I ain't trickin', we clickin' and I ain't trippin'
You sippin' reposado, come sit while I say my sentences
I be with Hood, Chris and 'em, or the slimes
It's Young Folarin, I've been poppin' back when poppa came out (Ooh)
I be like, "Shorty, shorty, put that shit on and take a pic, I bet you catch a body"
Six-hundred-fifty, I pull up, they gon' wan' eighty to us
They gon' be hatin' on us
But you be straight, then I be straight, and ain't no angle to it
Let's do it, woo, ayy Chris

See the way it's you and I, girl, I can't tame you (tame)
I can't blame you, yeah (blame)
You know the way to pose
You know, you know your angles, oh (straight)
I can't tame you, I can't tame you (tame)
I can't, I can't change you, oh (ooh)
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Writer: Spice, Christopher Brown, Christopher Dotson, Joshua Parker, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Dearly Beloved

Dearly be-, dearly beloved
Dearly be-, dearly beloved
Dearly be-, dearly beloved
Don't forget, oh
Dearly be-, dearly beloved
Dearly be-, dearly beloved
Dearly be-, dearly beloved (you fancy ain't you?)
Don't forget (mm, look)

I'm 'bout to spark
No, she don't love me no more
Ain't even funny no more
She had to move on
To someone who got what she need
I only got what she want
I hope you covered in diamonds today
Hope you don't question that time and the day
Hope that you know that your mama ain't like me and that's why I'm probably not by you today
Yeah, dearly beloved, was lucky to love you but I ain't recovered yet
So maybe I'm jealous, but slim in that tux doesn't look like a level up
I think there is pressure, your sister is young and she chillin', she settled up
So you gonna sell yourself short of perfection and get you a good enough
I got too lazy pursuing you, stopped chasing
I just called you at 2 AM, complicated
Immature and confused
'Cause I want you but don't know what to do with ya
But you beloved
And truly deserve better
Let me ask somethin', do you want him? Or forever with him?
What's the difference? (Dearly be-, dearly beloved)
Don't forget it

Dearly be-, dearly beloved
Dearly be-, dearly beloved
Don't forget, oh
Dearly be-, dearly beloved
Dearly be-, dearly beloved
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Olubawale Akintimehin, Jamie Foxx
Copyright: Lyrics © THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






More Love

Love is on your side
Let your heart be your guide (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Give another try
Because love is on your side (ho)

I love me, baby, you should love you more
I love me, baby, you should love you more
I love me, baby, you should love you more
(Love is on your side)

It's a shit-storm or when your skin dark
I be loved by the women I be pissin' off
I'm in lust with the money, but at what cost?
If you got a full safe but the mirror gone
As a kid, they was tryna give me Ritalin
Lookin' back on my past, I was really numb
I be really goin' through a lil' syndrome
Called imposter but y'all wouldn't get it though
I need someone, I trust nothin'
Police hate me, my girl doubt me
I got a couple of 'em but my heart empty
You tried somethin'
But recently, it been hard for me
I been isolated, I been hard to reach
I'm at war with me, I just want some peace
(Oh, oh-oh, love is on your side)
Please

I love me, baby, you should love you more
I love me, baby, you should love you more
I love me, baby, you should love you more
(Love is on your side, it's on your side)
I love me, baby, you should love you more
(Love's on your side, my baby)
I love me, baby, you should love you more
I love me, baby, you should love you more
(Love is on your side)

Look, ever won a GRAMMY, I'm misunderstood
I be doin' interviews, don't be in the mood
I be doin' press, they look at my reviews
They look at my success and start to question who is who
They tell me I be rude or maybe I'm aloof
I'm really not my best when I be drunk and I be cold
My friends say you stressin', I ain't stressin' over you
You just another nigga who can dress and keep a tune
So I need someone, but I trust nothin', yeah
My phone dry, brr, the charts callin'
Yeah, I hate the way, I hate the way they hate on me, but
(Love is on your side, it's on your side)
That's what they sayin' to me, look
Optimism, it can get exhaustin', nothin' be sweet when your sugar be salty
I looked up and love hurt, she looked down and told me
(Love is on your side, it's on your side)
But I gotta leave

I love me, baby, you should love you more
I love me, baby, you should love you more
I love me, baby, you should love you more
(Love is on your side, it's on your side)
I love me, baby, you should love you more
(Love's on your side, my baby)
I love me, baby, you should love you more
I love me, baby, you should love you more
(Love is on your side)

Love's on your side, my side, your side, my side, yours (oh, yeah)
Don't be afraid of nothing, oh, oh (yeah, yeah)
Love's on your side, my side, your side, my side, yours (oh, oh, oh, hey)
You gotta hold on to something, oh, oh
Love's on your side, my side, your side, my side, yours
Na-na, na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Hey, hey hey (love is on your side)
Love's on your side, my side, your side, my side, yours
Na-na, na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na (love is on your side)

I love me, baby, you should love you more (ha)
I love me, baby, you should love you more (hey)
I love me, baby, you should love you more
(With a little East Coast swang, ayy)
I love me, baby, you should love you more (Folarin II)
I love me, baby, you should love you more (from me to you)
I love me, baby, you should love you more
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Olubawale Akintimehin, Shawn Stockton, Keith Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC






Jump In

Ladies to the front y'all
Strictly for my mommys, man
I need my ladies to the front
Let's go, let's go (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I wanna get, I gotta get with you
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You got that something, I gotta get with you
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Won't you let me take you away from here?
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Jump in, yeah (let's go, let's go), ooh, baby
No fears (ooh, yeah)
When I look in your eyes, you take away all of my fears
No fears
So won't you jump in my ride, I'll take you far away from here
With no fears
Just jump in, jump in, jump in
No fears (yeah, yeah, Wale)
Oh, just jump in (uh), ah-ooh, yeah

Yeah, you're barely on my mind, but you'll still be on my line
Girl, I get it, yeah, you single, how you busy all the time?
Baby, clap it, clap it, clap it, fly that eagle to the front
My TikTok be blowin' up, I don't even go online
I've been poppin', poppin', poppin', oh, you viral, that's what's up
I be vibin' in the Hills, ask somebody where I'm from
I be stylin', stylin', stylin', if somebody press their luck, they gon' jump in, ah-ooh, yeah
Got Biscotti in this blunt, Reposado in the cup
They say, "Captain", I say, "Well" and I ain't 'bout to switch it up
But I'm sorry I done got off topic, shawty, where you from?
(Let's go, let's go)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I wanna get, I gotta get with you
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You got that something, I gotta get with you
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Won't you let me take you away from here?
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Jump in, yeah (where they at? Where they at?), ooh, baby
No fears
When I look in your eyes, you take away all of my fears
No fears
So won't you jump in my ride, I'll take you far away from here
With no fears
Just jump in, jump in, jump in
No fears
Oh, just jump in, take 'em to church, cuz

Ayy, ayy, I know you bouncin', ayy, ayy
Let's keep 'em bouncin', ayy, ayy
I said she jumping out the window to this
Ayy, ayy, I got 'em bouncin', ayy, ayy
Let's keep 'em bouncin', ayy, ayy
I got 'em clappin' like this, ayy, ayy
Take that booty to the floor, oh
Show 'em that your mama ain't a ho, oh
Shake that booty to the floor, ayy
Show 'em that your mama ain't a ho, oh
Ayy, ayy
I know you bouncin' to this
I know you jumpin' to this
(Ayy-ayy, let's go, let's go)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I wanna get, I gotta get with you
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You got that something, I gotta get with you
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Won't you let me take you away from here
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Jump in, ah-ooh, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Olubawale Akintimehin, Christopher Dimitri Proctor
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Down South

(La Música de Harry Fraud)

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Look
What's the sense of it all?
Pimpin' powder, and pussy tryna make pennies
See niggas lie on the stand, guess hell ain't harder than prison, who knows
In the 90's a traffic stop get you tickets, a joke
Now they find you a traffic stop get you riddled with holes
We be livin' too fast, we be sippin' it slow
One of my niggas was sellin' work, now he sellin' out shows
I mean face it that's growth, pay attention take notes
You over forty and movin' work better be by the boat
Better be by the dock, better not be by your home
If niggas really wan' hurt you, they gonna leave you alone
'Cause them peoples is comin', where your loyalty youngin'?
When a rapper say, "Free my nigga", his lawyers get hungry
And everybody wanna be a trap nigga
'cause them rap trap niggas get paid
And don't nobody wan' be a trap trap nigga
When them badge niggas got you on tape, yeah
Art imitatin' life, now y'all just sayin' lies
Got these suburbanites, thinkin' y'all ain't afraid to fight
Right in the mirror cryin' a little, you shakin', right?
Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights
Down south slangin' music with these hustlers
Keep it true to self and never sell out with these busters (no)
I ain't finna tap dance, I don't give a f*ck though
Keep it true to self and keep it cool, my niggas cutthroat
Run it

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key (key)
Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (three)
Hoped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (a P)
Smoke a pussy nigga like I rolled me a leaf (like a leaf nigga)
Or smoke put a hole in his teeth (ayy)
Boom-bop-bam, put a hole in his cheek (ayy)
Nigga talkin' tough but you a ho in these streets (ayy)
Come and get naughty, freaky hoes in the sheets (ayy)
Hustle like a muthaf*cka (oh, oh)
Niggas servin' scudda butter (oh, oh)
Pussy niggas undercover (oh, oh)
And I ain't studder motherf*cka (oh, oh)
Hit 'em with the blocka blocka (oh, oh)
Quick to serve me a clocker (oh, oh)
You borderline dick-suckers, tryna take some pics, suckers
Baby, make your leg bend, yellow bitch a red skin
In DC like a red skin, come and give me head then
My youngins pop the lead in, nigga, swing your dreads then
Oh, you wanna tussle? We gonna see how niggas play it then (On God)

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (ayy, yeah)
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (okay, uh)
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (yeah, look)
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)

Down South slangin' (oh)
servin' all these costumers (uh-huh)
Like Bill I keep some pills
Keep a Heath cliff, like Rudy Huxtable (okay)
On the real you might get killed
Don't touch my chain 'cause it's untouchable
Big black .9 on my my hip, yeah
I'ma shoot, that bitch ain't cute but she still f*ckable (huh)
Racks on racks, move packs
Sell packs at school had packs like Lunchables
Tote gats on gats, .45's and MACS
We bust our straps at constables (boom)
Hunnid chops, in my sack, no fumble though (ayy)
On Adderall but I'm still functional (vroom)
Still air it out at a functional (what?)
That Draco so dysfunctional
Used to be a robber Igbo Naija boy, go ask Wale (uh-huh)
Yellow bone on top, tell her give me sloppy top as I lay (suck it)
Pull up on a opp with a chopper-rocker hit 'em while he lay (boom-boom)
I spend some chips to get you killed, my Crips gon' make you Frito Lay
Bang, we don't really tussle
If I can't get that thang in then I'm not finna go clubbin' (hell nah)
Every since my bro got killed, I can't trust shit, I can't trust nothin'
Can't even trust my Crip, because a Crip killed Nipsey Hussle (Maxo, Maxo)

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Emekwanem Biosah, Harry Fraud, Markies Conway, Mike Jones, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Paul Slayton, Salih Williams, Stayve Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Extra Special

You might be special
Extra special
The way you got me out in the open
You got me open, and I did not open

Tell me that you feelin' me, feel me, I could tell it
Hate to say I ended it 'cause you was overzealous
I be so defensive, I be blockin' questions
They be tryna gossip, y'all be blockin' blessings
I just be low, so don't follow me though
May or may not have a girl, so don't follow me home
If I do, if I don't, still I'll be sleepin' alone
Still have you weak in the knees 'cause I was weak in the moment
It could be first night and forever to go
It could be whole life but together we bored
Look at me, whole time I'm ahead of myself
Some women only want the vibes if it come with the wealth, listen
Everybody wanna be respected, cool
And everybody want a lil' effort, cool
And everybody wanna be remembered
But really everybody ain't special, so

You might be special (you pressure)
Extra special (I said you pressure)
The way you got me out in the open (yeah)
You got me open, and I did not open
(This a whole different person, this a whole 'nother charge, listen)

Your friends say I'm bold, my friends say you iffy
Our past is our past, don't gotta be our history
I'm tryna get our chemistry, now I'm tryna feel you
You bad and I'm wealthy, they question our intentions
Whatever, we can tell 'em whatever
We can tell 'em we not together to see who been jealous, yeah
It's whatever, Netflix and Prosecco
Why you leavin' your lashes, always takin' my sweaters?
Mastermind with the bait, that home was rather expensive
It's okay, it's okay, you camouflagin' your feelings
Oh, the irony, love be amazin' but be tirin', vibe with me
Good conversation make the sex feelin' lightning, inspiring
I'm into every side of you, uh
Your body's only rival is the mind of you, so
No matter all the times I forgot it, love
I ain't findin' love 'til somebody you, true

You might be special (so come through, 'cause you)
Extra special
The way you got me out in the open
You got me open, and I did not open
You might be special
Extra special
The way you got me out in the open
You got me open, and I did not open
You might be special
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bryan Bo Cephus, Daniel Klein, Matt Campfield, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Roget Lutfi Chahayed
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Fire and Ice

Uh
They told me I ain't wrote nothin' poetic in a long time (ooh, ah)
I want your fire, I want your fire

Ice, ice cold (you hot or you cold?)
Rain on me, you fire, baby (you can take that off if you cold)
(Ice mixed with fire)
Ice, ice cold
Rain on me, you fire, baby
(I want your fire, I want your fire, fire and ice)
Ice, ice cold (ice cold, yeah)
Rain on me, you fire, baby

I'll make you mine as soon as I get to do you
Babe, it's been there, but now
Catch my love for you
Babe, it's been there, but now (let's go, yeah)

I want you love me and never hate on me
I want your trust when you look away from me
I want your guts and do not delay with me
I want you f*ck me like Julie Kay movies (mm)
If that's okay with you
I want you to feel like you everything to me
What can I give you, you never had?
My competition your shower head
I love how you lovin' you by yourself
But I got that love have you comin' back
To back to back, to back to back
She cold, she cold, she never text
She hot, she knows, but I ain't trippin'
You put that together, get an umbrella
Splash

Ice, ice cold (it's hittin' different, get it?)
Rain on me, you fire, baby (fire, baby)
Ice mixed with fire (hey)
Ice, ice cold (ice cold, yeah)
Rain on me, you fire, baby (fire, baby)
I want your fire, I want your fire, fire and ice
Ice, ice cold (ice cold, yeah)
Rain on me, you fire, baby
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Dong Woo, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, HARMONIC PUBLISHING WORLDWIDE, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Beverly Blvd

My baby
My baby

I do the shit that they never done
I see the shit they can never see
Honestly, I'm really one-of-one
Honestly, I got no company (hol' on), let it breathe
Mm, let it be (just let it be)
I do the shit that they never done (what?)
I see the shit they can never see (never see)
Honestly, I'm really one-of-one
Honestly, I got no company (hol' on), let it be
Let it be, mm

Look
Uppin' the vibes, we uppin' the stakes
You know how we casually do it (baow)
I'm gentleman, baby, but you gotta leave, it's not a resort
I be whippin' through Beverly (dash)
On the dolo, my neighbors be scared of me (scared of me)
On the cool, got six hundred-fifty reasons and a chauffeur, to show my celebrity (skrr)
Bands talk, neck chilly though
Y'all niggas scammin' and still be broke
Y'all niggas bammers but I ain't hatin'
I say it to their face and that's in the song (yeah, broke ass)
Look out there, y'all can see my influence
Footlocker deal, me and Kaz just do it, look
Maybach, I scoop 'em (scoop 'em)
Laid back, we coolin' (cool)
If that's trash, we still chill but you catch feelings, catch Uber (bye-bye)
Catch attitude, catch left (gone)
Catch attitude then call Frank
Catch attitude, she don't get it (no)
'Til she leave them childs in the scooter

I do the shit that they never done
I see the shit they can never see
Honestly, I'm really one-of-one
Honestly, I got no company
It's Beverly
Yeah, that's how it be

Let that bitch breathe, I say
You wanna sleep for days
You are not me, okay?
Niggas don't pay attention, so they payin' notes, bills
I tell 'em, "Please, don't stay"
Look, I'm on Rodeo, just seem weird at Balenciaga, yeah
I see the big picture, Will Smith ain't chauffeured, haha
Look, new balances, I can call Jada, yeah
Ayy, new balances, we just countin' paper
I just be quiet, I'm out the way
I try to talk, they gon' tarnish my reputation
Up your fire, then shawty, you better shoot it
Choose violence, I gladly facilitate it

Tell me yourself then it's never done
I'm tellin' you niggas won't even see it
Honestly, I'm really one-of-one
Take a second, let me let it breathe
Let it leak, we gon' eat
Let it breathe

One, two, three
Promise we good wherever (yeah)
Promise we good forever (yeah)
Got DMV on my back like my learner's permit is expired and done up
What up? (What up?), hol' up (yeah, yeah)
Hol' up (yeah)
I'm in Sadiq, I bet your lil' queen wan' lay her lil' head on my pillow
Alex McQueen my scarf so (yeah)
I met up here on some art talk (yeah)
Don't even know what they talking 'bout
But shawty just told me to cop some
It's crazy 'cause I like Monopoly, made me a vibe a time ago
Back when he covered his jar though
Now it's cartoon cross a condo
Nah, nah, y'all was talkin' crazy, I remember friends pickin' sides though
Ha, ha, I just left the game on a private plan, Richie Porter
More scale, they just more love, okay, blah, blah, heard it all though
It's all good 'cause it's all a game
Y'all do your thing, I'm just more clutch

I do the shit that they never done
My vision is somethin' that they never seen
Honestly, I'm really one-of-one
I promise you, look
Hey, I promise you
Promise you, they cannot f*ck with me
KOB

Like ever
For the city though
Like ever
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Maneesh Bidaye, Mike Holmes, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






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Folarin II is the seventh studio album by American rapper Wale released on October 22, 2021, by Every Blue Moon, Maybach Music Group and Warner Records. The production on the album was handled by several producers, including Cool & Dre, DJ Khalil, Harry Fraud, Hitmaka, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, Lee Major, OG Parker and Rogét Chahayed among others. The album features guest appearances by Rick Ross, Chris Brown, J. Cole, Jamie Foxx, Ant Clemons, Yella Beezy, Maxo Kream, Chase Young, and Shawn Stockman. The album was executive produced by Ross and Wale. It is the sequel to Wale's 2012 mixtape Folarin.

Folarin II was supported by three singles: "Angles" featuring Chris Brown, "Down South" featuring Yella Beezy and Maxo Kream and "Poke It Out" featuring J. Cole.
Performed By: Wale
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 47:14
Released: October 22nd, 2021
Year: 2021

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