Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wavy, artist - CES Cru. Album song Constant Energy Struggles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.03.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Wavy |
| Aight |
| Okay |
| They say I |
| They say I should take better care of myself |
| Maybe they’re right |
| But not tonight |
| Hahahaha |
| Seven let’s go |
| Zoned out, turnt up |
| Shuttin' something down tonight |
| Kush, blunts, hash, bowl |
| Fuckin' with a pound of white |
| Order shot, shoot em down |
| Actin' like a drunk fuck |
| I don’t know how I’m alive |
| Chalk it up as dumb luck |
| Drinkin' I ain’t |
| Thinkin' I ain’t |
| Eatin' I don’t stop at all |
| Sippin something super saucy |
| Now I’m bout to cop a ball |
| Spendin' every dollar |
| I’mma make some more tomorrow |
| Clockin' out I hit the liquor store |
| And grab another bottle |
| Po’ed up with young prez |
| Now we’re burnin' down a spliff |
| He said just keep this shit in check |
| Please don’t let it drown a gift |
| I don’t hear em choppin' |
| Just the sounds of bottles poppin' |
| Is it me or did you hear some motherfucking body knockin' |
| Pop another Molly |
| Rollin' trees like a lumberjack |
| Smokin' on that earwax |
| Call that shit that other crack |
| Sittin' in the K-hole |
| Starin' out the Cadillac |
| Yeah I love this liquor |
| But this shit’ll never love me back |
| Turnt up, zoned out |
| Shuttin' something down tonight |
| Kush, blunts, hash, bowls |
| Fuckin' with a pound of white |
| Pitchers, shots, lines, rails, bumps, stacks |
| All that |
| Wavy, maybe, bout to take a break |
| If and I fall flat |
| If I work a double |
| I’mma gotta have a couple |
| Holler at the bartender |
| Tell her make this one a double |
| Swillin' down the ave |
| Sippin' dirty cash daily |
| Tippin' steady sippin' |
| I am fucked up, wavy |
| Every thing is gettin' drank |
| Everybody gettin' drunk |
| Smooth is on the way |
| He said he gotta baby in the trunk |
| Stoppin’s not an option |
| I ain’t poppin' |
| I ain’t lockin' |
| Feels like all I really need |
| Is a motherfuckin' Oxycontin |
| I am rotten on the inside |
| A plane, then slide |
| Talkin' to a serpent |
| Feelin' like both of my wrists tied |
| No one should be this high |
| Double helix makes knots |
| Fuck a double D, we be |
| Like everybody a shots |
| No one sets it off |
| Swillionaires, we go when it’s on |
| Turn it up an octave, and knock a bitch out of it’s zone |
| Misery love company, If you ain’t swill then get gone |
| I’m down to make a ride with ya’ll, soon as the other fifth’s gone |