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Wale Victor Folarin (born Olubowale Victor Akintimehin in September 21, 1984), better known by his stage name Wale (/ˈwɑːlei/ WAH-lay), is an American rapper from Washington, D.C. Wale was born to Nigerian parents. He rose to prominence in 2006, when his song "Dig Dug (Shake It)" became popular in his hometown. Wale became locally recognized and continued recording music for the regional audience. Producer Mark Ronson discovered Wale in 2006 and signed him to Allido Records in 2007. While signed to that label, Wale released several mixtapes and appeared in national media including MTV and various urban magazines. more »

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(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 muthafucka (oh, oh) 
Niggas servin' scudda butter (oh, oh)
Pussy niggas undercover (oh, oh) 
And I ain't studder motherfucka (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 fuckable (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

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