Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Own Wave , by - Philthy Rich. Release date: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Own Wave |
| I ain’t gotta ride your shit, I got my own wave |
| I better not catch you in my trap, go get your own plays |
| I used to sleep with J’s, I still sleep with K’s |
| I can’t leave the streets, that’s what got me paid |
| I saw my brother cut that dope up with a switchblade |
| My daddy left me, who the fuck gon' get the rent paid? |
| I used to want some J’s, used to want a bitch that slayed |
| But now I make her pay, fuckin' bitches state to state |
| Ayy I ain’t gotta ride your wave, I ain’t no rapper ho |
| But got an AP on my wrist just like these rappers though |
| Skydweller Rolex, flex on them like Boflex |
| Blue hundreds, let’s make a mess |
| Call that shit a dirty check, ayy |
| Whole team gettin' money, bitch we bust down |
| Ayy I know she came with you but she with us now |
| Smokin' out the pound, no this ain’t no Bobby Brown |
| My plug load me down, then I go supply the town |
| I ain’t gotta ride your shit, I got my own wave |
| I better not catch you in my trap, go get your own plays |
| I used to sleep with J’s, I still sleep with K’s |
| I can’t leave the streets, that’s what got me paid |
| Numbers (I ain’t gotta ride your shit) |
| Numbers (I got my own wave) |
| Numbers (I better not catch you in my trap) |
| Numbers (go get your own plays) |
| Numbers (I used to sleep with J’s) |
| Numbers (I still sleep with K’s) |
| Numbers (I can’t leave the streets) |
| Numbers (that's what got me paid) |
| Look, dope fiend auntie goin' through the motions |
| Used to sleep on the floor with the roaches |
| Ashy niggas, we ain’t have lotion |
| I call the plays and I don’t know the coaches |
| Jealousy a female trait |
| Too much dope make the scale break |
| I position my cellmate |
| He been stressed out 'cause his mail late |
| Sellin' dope from behind bars |
| But fuck the trap, had nine cars |
| Young nigga really had it hard |
| I remember stealin' all them VCR’s |
| Back to back in them Hellcats |
| These double-G's, no Airmax |
| Keep your hammer on Fairfax |
| Niggas locked up, send a care pack |
| Sold real keys and real P’s |
| Trap star, he little league |
| Bust down, these real D’s |
| No SI’s, these VV’s |
| Bad bitch, give her good dick |
| Side ho and a hood bitch |
| Blacc Zacc insane crip |
| Young Philthy Rich and Seminary bitch, it’s Philthy |
| I ain’t gotta ride your shit, I got my own wave |
| I better not catch you in my trap, go get your own plays |
| I used to sleep with J’s, I still sleep with K’s |
| I can’t leave the streets, that’s what got me paid |
| Numbers (I ain’t gotta ride your shit) |
| Numbers (I got my own wave) |
| Numbers (I better not catch you in my trap) |
| Numbers (go get your own plays) |
| Numbers (I used to sleep with J’s) |
| Numbers (I still sleep with K’s) |
| Numbers (I can’t leave the streets) |
| Numbers (that's what got me paid) |