Flat Out Lyrics - Wale

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(Intro)
We find Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for the Daily Planet walking the streets when from out of nowhere super hearing picks up…

Double M G
Double M G
Double M G
Double M G
Official
Double M G
We flat out so to speak
Let’s get it
Bounce bounce bounce fool

(Hook)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
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Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)

(Verse)
Told you niggas you not fuck with us
Hope you niggas do not fuck with us
You caught feelings cuz it caught the attention
She caught a flight, I thought I caught er now, what?
Shout out to my brothers doe
For me too, you gon sure haters when you love our hoes
All echelon, God bless my soul
Call for mic, infectious flow
Callin mine vocab ain’t good but the suit I was in ain’t had no buzz
These rap niggas never had me shook
I am from a town that is ran by crooks
Get the work from outta town for the money and the power
Niggas step on all the platter like is alley fuck
No yap yap, come get at me first
No nigga better act your worth
Understand niggas got to be heard
Why the fuck niggas got to be heard?

(Hook)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)

(Verse)
I usually don’t do freestyles cuz my style ain’t freak nigga
I stay fresh from head to toe
I stay fly from the feet up
I see you’re looking for a real nigga
Bitch, look up and you’ll see us
You looking for your bitch nigga
Don’t look up, she with Jesus Lord
I say hallelujah, bitch pop the pussy
Cuz she raise her hand and pop the pussy
I’m with Wale, that’s MMG
And that molly make her go woo
And that money make me show off
I say my grind with the rack dawg
I’m a real nigga don’t do head tho
My mama krill with my stash house
In the easy box, nigga oh lord
Nigga ziplocked in my Concorde
They tell affairs, I don’t give a fuck
I’m the man now, I’m the man now
And that’s DC to the A Town
I said DC to the A Town
I’m gonna fuck niggas, that’s hands down
But in DC they stay flat out

(Hook)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)






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