| Said it’s young lil wavy
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| Feeling so amazing
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| Bitch so bad but her swag don’t amaze me
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| It’s young lil wavy (x4)
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| It’s young lil wavy
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| Chilling with the sun
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| Chilling with the sun
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| Feeling like the one
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| It’s young lil wavy (x4)
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| Hoopin' with my Sperry’s on
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| Coolin' through your stereo
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| Don’t rummage through my luggage
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| It’s a zip-off in my carry-on
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| I’m feeling so nefarious
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| My kush gives off the pheromones
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| These niggas so embarrassing
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| Man they ain’t got no herringbone
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| Stunting like I’m Ferregamo
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| My jaw’s made out of bearer bonds
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| I’m living for a fallacy, my palace is gon' perish
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| But I’m cooling on a terrace with an heiress outta Paris son
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| Ugly nigga arrogant, only in America
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| Bitch what cha want
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| Bitch what cha want
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| Bitch what cha want
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| Bitch what cha want
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| Bitch what cha want
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| Bitch what cha want |