Wale releases a new track from his highly anticipated album. This one’s called “Rotation.” Featuring 2 Chainz and Wiz Khalifa the song is what else? A song about the herb.
Check out the Wale Rotation Lyrics, Download, and Video here…

Download: Wale ft. 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa – “Rotation”

Wale Rotation Lyrics:

Ooh, trying to stay in my zoneWatching enemies closeThey be doing the mostSo I go through the motions yeahFive blunts in rotation, five bluntsFive blunts in rotation, five bluntsFive blunts in rotation, five bluntsFive blunts in rotation, five blunts

Good head is my motivationGas her up like a service stationPurple drank on you perpetratin’While you perpetrating, I’m renegotiatin’ ahLet me think about it (Let me think about it)Ah, it’s like a bank around meWhen the soldiers with me it’s like a tank around meAnd I don’t like niggas saying “can’t” around meI define the odds, 2 Glock nines is my body guardsAin’t nothing slick to a can of oilRoll up, I’m high as fuckSome of you niggas ain’t try enoughSome of you niggas ain’t buy enoughYou smoking good, put your lighters up

A nigga like me don’t smoke blunts so I keep them joints in rotationBad bitches calling the radio, keep my joints in rotationKeep throwing money on her ass, she keep that joint in rotationFirst I’m in a car and then another car, I keep them joints in rotationAnd I’m hella faded, getting elevatedShe give me them good brains, I’m getting well educatedSoon as them hoes see my car, they wanna jump right inIf you see my crib, you would think I was Malibu KenPour a shot or two of gin, gon’ invite a few friendsWe done tried a few things now you tryna move inYou ain’t gotta dude and so I got a few fansI’m a roll a few grams and follow through with the plan, hold upPour some gin in her cup, she taking shotsBend her down to the front, she taking shots

Hold it, one more to get my lungs warmTwo more to get me numb to itLet me tell you niggas feel this, he’ll realizeI gotta deodorize all the unsureMade millions with Shawn CoreyChief a lot, shout out Reese and themShout out, Gleesh and Lil MeatchiAnd peach Ciroc, can’t see a nigga writing like an old sharpieLike a nigga out the globe, with a nigga throwedLike a cornerback in the flat, nigga in the zoneLike an ornament on a tree, home in the treeHow you gonna eat? Carnivores need beefWell I need beatsBeen doing this, been proving itNow these niggas give it up like they do at LentI just be like “Yep!” then I get a restHaters trying to fuck with me, give ’em nuts like a stewardess

Ooh, trying to stay in my zoneI ain’t ready to goAnd I thought I was on‘Til I seen Puffy Combs (What up Puff)

Hold up, five blunts, nigga fired upNigga might slide off with y’all jointI got some later joints, and now jointsI got emergency hoes, like firetrucksYou a wannabe clone, you never authenticYou never boss up, we never see y’all outYou be frontin’ too hard, you ain’t viagraYou just wanna be hard ’til you see all us, ho

Hold it ooh, trying to stay in my zoneWatching enemies closeThey be doing the mostSo I go through the motions yeah

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