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