[Intro: Wale]
When they reminisce over you
When they reminisce over you, my God
When they reminisce over you, my God, my God, my God
[Hook: Wale]
When they reminisce over you
Those be the last words they tell us in this recording booth
[Verse 1: Wale]
Try not to fall in love but shawty be coming through
Her jeans and undergarments, how I'm supposed to move?
And all you weak bitches just power tripping, confused
Not a weak one in my days, a month of them in your crew
I got DC locked, you probably see me out
She want turn up and turn my uh to a beat box
Pardon if I'm vulgar, but I pull up with a chauffeur
And I pull up all alone but nigga, I'm never loafing
My shooters on the wing like I'm some kind of point guard
Head and tail daily, but baby, no coin toss
A couple choice words have that woman choice off
That mean chose up, but her compasses always lost
I'm up in Maxfield's swiping 'til the max filled
New Romanelli jacket, man that actor's got skills
Play Godzilla 'til you climb the wrong building
Play me for a pussy, have you pushing daffodil up
Rap skills nothing, I won't hold you, they bluffing
Them losers in a cell, just know that bail coming
It's bitches in my cell, they know that they smell the money
And I'm swimming in pussy, niggas getting Ocean 11'd, whatever
When they reminisce over you
When they reminisce over you, my God
When they reminisce over you, my God, my God, my God
[Hook: Wale]
When they reminisce over you
Those be the last words they tell us in this recording booth
[Verse 1: Wale]
Try not to fall in love but shawty be coming through
Her jeans and undergarments, how I'm supposed to move?
And all you weak bitches just power tripping, confused
Not a weak one in my days, a month of them in your crew
I got DC locked, you probably see me out
She want turn up and turn my uh to a beat box
Pardon if I'm vulgar, but I pull up with a chauffeur
And I pull up all alone but nigga, I'm never loafing
My shooters on the wing like I'm some kind of point guard
Head and tail daily, but baby, no coin toss
A couple choice words have that woman choice off
That mean chose up, but her compasses always lost
I'm up in Maxfield's swiping 'til the max filled
New Romanelli jacket, man that actor's got skills
Play Godzilla 'til you climb the wrong building
Play me for a pussy, have you pushing daffodil up
Rap skills nothing, I won't hold you, they bluffing
Them losers in a cell, just know that bail coming
It's bitches in my cell, they know that they smell the money
And I'm swimming in pussy, niggas getting Ocean 11'd, whatever
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