Wale - Keep It Moving (Freestyle) lyrics

[Hook - Ab-Soul (Wale):] One time for my real n***as, yeah they f**in' with me Yeah they f**in' with me Two times for the fake n***as, y'all ain't f**in' with me That's the reason they ain't f**in' with me (One time for the real n***as, who f**in' with me Yeah they f**in' with me Two times for the fake n***as, they ain't f**in' with me That's the reason they ain't f**in' with me Keep it movin') [Ab-Soul (Wale):] Now what's my name ho? (Soulo) Pretty please, no photos P.Y.T. my lady, Michael Jackson in the 80's Moonwalkin' music legend, curly-headed Jay Z Wale tell these n***as "Keep it movin'" (And I do so, no complainin' Perusin' in my zoomin' souped-out Coupe like I'm Bruce Wayne in here No stains in this No matter what handkerchief, they bang with us) Pirus and Locs confusin' folks They ain't got the brain for us Be safe, my n***a (We all came from the same militia Okay now things have picked up sh** tough but I ain't gonna switch up Trick nah, n***as keep females, givin' free Chanel like cable lifta' f** all that label sh** dawg Wale you in a great position) Soulo, Soulo in the cut and I don't give a f** like castration Look deep inside yourself, I'm sure you'll feel my presence I'm more spiritual than lyrical; that's my confession One time for my real n***as New colorful a**, hunnit dollar bill n***as (Hugh Hefner doesn't have This plethora of women to stab And it's not a thing I got more game than Mattel n***a Let me tell you n***as decent advice: If you can book her, then I ain't read her right Go see her tonight sh**, I'll pay for your tele and get you a flight I'll be damned, a b**h is dreamy and I ain't give 'em no pipe) Pipe dreams turn to overnight celebrities I could walk on water, f** your phony seven seas (p**y n***a sellin' d**) When I'm out here sellin' syllables to silly seventeen year-olds The greatest story never told The flow, patent like my black 11's though My fantasy is Angelina mixed with Mrs. Angelou n***as trap all week to try and meet the status quo It's like Home Depot clearance man it's cheap to let them hammers go Bang, bang Bang, bang, Chief Keef Three hundred ways you can lay underneath yee Six feet, what's that, three people? (Yeah n***a, sh**'s deep Squeeze, squeeze All my young G's bumpin' Lil Reese Say on the top, it's just us, n***a You got Ciroc, it's alright, I know Puff, n***a) Bad Boy, Good luck, n***a (A couple women in here with no inhibitions would be clutch n***a If you real, are you f**in' with that? I'm real Hip-Hop, is still runnin' the map Keep it movin' huh) [Hook] [Intermission - Wale (Magazeen):] Pour my liquor up, roll me a J I'm in my zone, f** with me, real n***a Wha? Aye Magazeen (Real n***a say, yeah, yeah) Hold that It's that mothaf**in' groovy every blue moon tune-age I want it to feel like some 90's sh** now Aye Mag get me with that 90's flow [Magazeen:] I got morphine in the street, when we steppin' in here Makin' money, spot the papa, but it neva enough f** around and pa** ti place, while ya just bite the dust Real n***as [Outro - Magazeen:] Every blue moon, MMG, Wallaby, TDE We keep it tweakin' Life pon the Dashiki Every Versace, take off the girls' dem panties Lick her up, roll that J I'm in my zone, f** with me Real n***as