"Hold Yuh Freestyle" lyrics - WALE

(Wale)
Ok I'm Wale but you can call me nada
My momma old G which makes me a Don Dada
Momma say I'm a cutta 'cause my hair like a shotta
The feds like to follow 'cause my bread like to knot up
So roll up the Marley my eyes are low up in this party
I'm looking for a [?]
Louie where my eyes at
Prada where my feets at
You ain't gon find that
Ask me where my mind at
You could never find out
Ride nine nine five haters in my eye sight
More about nothing
Muthaf-cker better download
[?] My DL's on the down load
Keep 'em in the closet MJ Noami
I don't need no friends [?]
My broad is a trophy
Broads out Moco broads out Southeast
Killer stay uptown, load NBA trick
Never give my heart to hoes that want my play sh-t
Gold digger sonar, roam like it ain't nothing
[?] But look what I made from it
Carmelo straight stuntin
Purple label 8 hundred
I better get the four Rose had the summer
Read n-gga sh-t
ATL was sippin them
Magic city sippin them
Gucci [?] cover my dreads I think I'm Gilligan
I don't really mess with the feds [?]
If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening
Straight lane Kiffen them
We ain't playing for rings and that trophy I mention before I let 'em keep
Reggie Bush I'm murking my Kardashian (car dash in)

Might as well crash and pass it to Miles Austin
That's how I'm going, hoes want but now I'm on
A couple poems a couple songs and now its on
And this woman is loving the way that I perform
[?]
Shout out my n-gga miles
They stop the whole game every time I come around
And me and them rappers don't share no common ground
I'ma a sphere they a square they can't even come around
I ain't finished yet, I ain't finished yet
Bitches love me, houston like spinach dip [?]
Get it I got that cold flow, Winnepeg
This is work I am in a different World, Winnefred
Tulisa all black Caprices, [?] so far gone going on [?]
And me and my broads [?] and [?]
So every time I treat 'em in the mall I gotta re-up
And y'all gotta relax talking bout that he wack
Or they be reminscing over you word to P-Rock
Riding in a CL, hope I never see jail
And even if I do I know my momma gon be well
[?] Love 'em whether she know it,
The youngest outta two see [?] while she grown up
When they hate I never give a whole f-ck
I have sh-t purple haze purple half cents
I have dollars for a young'un never had sense
I have sins so my parents never had lent
Now I'm getting it everything lavish I'm ballin
LeBron low punch I was maverick
Ravishing, rick rude of rappin' you bastards
And I just want to hold her
She all that I can handle

(Gyptian Chorus)