Albert Pujols

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Boss is my position, I got the ammunition

All the while they talking this ambition



In the caravan of some latin bitches

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Oye mami, ven aca papi chulo

Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking albert pujols

(Albert pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new muh-fucking two door

This shit ain't nothing new though

I'm tryna knock that out the park, albert pujols)



Made a million with the pen

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow him

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Fuck what them niggas saying I hit whoever at bat

Tryna rock it atlanta bravest know I'm awesome

Bet I be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a weigher

They just hating on the game, they just way too canseco

Gotta thank my crew, my label, everything I do they a o-

K with, who the fuck gon' say something?

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass low

Three strikes put a muh-fucking k up

Double m nigga now we up

Three strikes like a muh-fucking c.c

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Huh, we g'd up, g'd up

Up in my new two door

Knock it out the park, albert pujols



In the caravan of some latin bitches

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Oye mami, ven aca papi chulo

Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking albert pujols

(Albert pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new muh-fucking two door

This shit ain't nothing new though

I'm tryna knock that out the park, albert pujols)



Feel like I seen it all, but I can't say so

Be a snitch? no way, jose canseco

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

It's going down in history, the way I valet two doors

She blew a kiss at me, I told her darling cool-o

Listen b, just give my stylist kudos

And my consistency? I call that albert pujols

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ I got the belt

Big h if it ain't louie, cuffing you bitch is not gon' help

They asking me what I wear, I think ysl is how it spelt

And I might just let you touch it if you don't go tell 'em how I felt

Real nigga, that's just how I'm built

From turning white into cream, powdered milk

To getting rich off a dream, I throw it in a bag

This the ambition anthem, I flow?



In the caravan of some latin bitches

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Oye mami, ven aca papi chulo

Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking albert pujols

(Albert pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new muh-fucking two door

This shit ain't nothing new though

I'm tryna knock that out the park, albert pujols)

Albert Pujols

Wale's "Albert Pujols" serves as a vivid example of his signature storytelling approach, blending personal narrative with cultural observation. The track highlights the artist's ability to draw parallels between sports legends and everyday life, a recurring theme throughout his discography. Known for his intricate lyricism and rhythmic flow, Wale often uses specific references to ground his music in relatable experiences. This recording fits within his broader body of work that explores ambition, identity, and the nuances of modern life. While the song stands as a distinct piece, it reflects the consistent quality and thematic depth found across his albums. Listeners familiar with his catalog will recognize the careful construction and emotional resonance that define his musical style.