Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wavvy, artist - Mykki Blanco. Date of issue: 09.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wavvy |
| I’m the motherfuckin rookie of the year |
| Mykki Blanco |
| Young Castro |
| We on that chill tip, real high |
| We feeling real loose, real fly |
| We on that chill tip, real high |
| We feelin real loose, real fly |
| Welcome to Hell bitches, this is Mykki Blanco |
| New World Order motherfucker, follow pronto |
| Get in line nigga |
| Your soul is mine nigga |
| You scaredy cat pussy motherfuckers can’t deliver |
| Maybe she born with it, maybe it was Maybelline |
| All white Blanco give your heathen ass a christening |
| Niggas so greasy in the daylight, he glistening |
| «Oh this fag can rap» yeah they saying that they listening |
| Pissing in the wind |
| At the 4-a-m spot |
| Blazed off the indica |
| A bottle of Ciroc |
| A mouth full of pop |
| Chug it in the pay phone |
| 1−800-LOCO |
| Mother fuckers y’all can go home |
| I’m the new Rufio |
| Y’all ain’t know |
| I pimp slap you bitch niggas with my limp wrist, bro |
| What the fuck I gotta prove to a room full of dudes |
| Who ain’t listening to my words cuz they staring at my shoes |
| We… we we make love to the night |
| In the back of the club yeah we feeling alright |
| L-lights lights low |
| This shit feel crazy |
| Low key loose niggas know |
| We getting wavvy |
| We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy |
| We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy |
| We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy |
| We getting wavvy -- huh -- we getting wavvy |
| I bite I bite I bite the head off a harpy |
| Eat these bitches alive, no water |
| I cry blood tears, Holy Mary, Holy Mother |
| Somebody get the shaman motherfucker run for cover |
| Blanco Blanco Blanco say it three times, Candy Man |
| I’m coming outta the dark with red eyes and red hands |
| I scalp these haters with a sickle I’m a sling blade |
| I’m cut-throat bitch, I cut throats bitches keep away |
| Now many play me for dummy, not funny |
| Now a bitch about to get money, they wanna love me |
| Tell them no no no I played that Destiny’s Child |
| Young hearts run free, young bloods run wild (heyyy) |
| Green light, with a mic in my hand |
| I go forward into battle with a dice in my hand |
| One chance, one woman, seeking the truth |
| One truth — veiled in the illusions of youth |
| I’m bout to sour you niggas |
| Be that spitter shit I’m flexing all my powers on nigga |
| These no class trashy hood rap brat broads |
| Ain’t got what it takes, put 'em back in training bras |
| Local mother fuckers, birds of a feather |
| If you’s a dick rider you gon' dick ride forever |
| I said local mother fuckers, birds of a feather |
| If you’s a dick rider you gon' dick ride forever, nigga |