Wale & J. Cole – Poke It Out Lyrics

Wale Poke It Out Lyrics, Poke It Out Lyrics by Wale ft J. Cole

(Cool & Dre)
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Listen
Let’s go (Go, go, go)

I just wanna see if you gon’ lie or you gon’ love me
I was gettin’ boards way before I got the money, honey
Since I been a star they don’t love me
The ceilings got stars when the star ain’t got no ceiling
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out)
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah
Yeah, she got a little butt, so what?
Big bag, she can show enough
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out)
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah

My regards to the broads that thought I was done
Pick a side, pick a side and die on the joint
I been letting things slide they trying too hard
‘Cause I ain’t left the city once, still travel aboard
Nigga, I’m back on my boss shit
The stick in the Honda Civic, we in the car service
I really just mind my business and pray that God sort ’em
Can’t really be long winded
You talkin’ short money, today we not cost cutting
Can you stick it out?
Told me she was quarantined, them brand new titties out
And it might be a couple weeks to make them bitches bounce
So I mean it when I be like, “What’s the turn around?”
No really turn around, okay

I just wanna see if you gon’ lie or you gon’ love me
I was gettin’ boards way before I got the money, honey
Since I been a star they don’t love me
The ceilings got stars when the star ain’t got no ceiling
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out)
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah
Yeah, she got a little butt, so what?
Big bag, she can show enough
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out)
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah

Turn around I wanna see (I wanna see)
Do it look how it look on IG? (Mm)
Bad from every angle, she got herself a trainer
I know that nigga can’t help be take a little peek
Cole world and Folarin co-starring
We both flexing, Bo Jacksons, Bo Granden
These cap niggas that rap with piss poor jargon
My latest whip, my latest chick was both foreign
I know all my hoes miss me
I been the shit since I hit elementary
She know who run it, the one that keep it a hundred
To find a better nigga, you gon’ have to live a century (A century)
Evidently, the coach can’t bench me
The franchise player, I don’t know how to miss
And they can’t buy a lay up, I’m anti what they are
I can’t take my eyes off your pants I swear
Girl, you shinning like a damn Moncler
I’m thinking we should dip like the Cam’ron era
If you the big steppa, I’m the landmine here
That’s the one they know they can’t come near

I just wanna see if you gon’ lie or you gon’ love me
I was gettin’ boards way before I got the money, honey
Since I been a star they don’t love me
The ceilings got stars when the star ain’t got no ceiling
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out)
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah
Yeah, she got a little butt, so what?
Big bag, she can show enough
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out)
Stick it out (Stick it out), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah

Break it down, look
Poke it out, I wanna
See you play, wether you
Meg The Stallion or like Coi Leray
Okay
I just wanna see if you gon’ lie or you gon’ love me
I was gettin’ boards way before I got the money, honey
Since I been a star they don’t love me
The ceilings got stars when the star ain’t got no ceiling, boy
Stop playing