TACOMA
• Written by user414
Ok I’m Wale but you can call me nada
Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada
Shoes, Louis, Prada, groupie blah blah
So I, just pull out the bazooka (blah)
How beautiful are thou, Africa
Used to call me the African Don Dada
Obie Trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga
My Bank of America account got six figures
Fresh out the chair with the clippers
You dig it, this shit ain't for beginners
When they twist and talk with they fingers
It's the don rapping at the dawn
Plus I go hard like Teflon-Don
The cracked up mirrors in your house show proof
And I'mma show you how the South was won
It's Cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won
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user414
Member since August 27 2020