
Thought It Wale (Ft. Joe Moses & Ty Dolla $ign)
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[Intro: Wale]
You got the game all the way fucked up, homes
[Verse 1: Wale]
You chillin' with a tilley, feelin' better
Come up in my city we can see who really spillin’
See who really got it, I’m livin’ quite different
Cause ain’t nobody chillin’ till I’m getting fifty million
Grew up with some chimps, grew up with gorillas
Blew up in this music she couldn’t tell the difference
Oops I might get her, oops I might get her
Oops some molly on her, somebody tell her she trippin’
Oops I might get her, oops I might get her
So tell if she celibate, why am I buying her dinner?
Bitch you playing bad, hit the ass with the “thought it”
Fakin' with the bag and you mans nigga, thought it
Nigga, shit, really? You ain’t bought it? Nigga, thought it
I see how I call it then record it nigga, nigga, thought it
[Pre-Chorus: Joe Moses]
We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Wale]
Woah, I know you see it
Throw it, throw it, throw it Ohh, ohh
I know you see it
Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it
You know you see it
Throw it, throw it, throw it Ohh, ohh
I know you see it
Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it
You got the game all the way fucked up, homes
[Verse 1: Wale]
You chillin' with a tilley, feelin' better
Come up in my city we can see who really spillin’
See who really got it, I’m livin’ quite different
Cause ain’t nobody chillin’ till I’m getting fifty million
Grew up with some chimps, grew up with gorillas
Blew up in this music she couldn’t tell the difference
Oops I might get her, oops I might get her
Oops some molly on her, somebody tell her she trippin’
Oops I might get her, oops I might get her
So tell if she celibate, why am I buying her dinner?
Bitch you playing bad, hit the ass with the “thought it”
Fakin' with the bag and you mans nigga, thought it
Nigga, shit, really? You ain’t bought it? Nigga, thought it
I see how I call it then record it nigga, nigga, thought it
[Pre-Chorus: Joe Moses]
We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Wale]
Woah, I know you see it
Throw it, throw it, throw it Ohh, ohh
I know you see it
Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it
You know you see it
Throw it, throw it, throw it Ohh, ohh
I know you see it
Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it
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