Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wanna Be Wavy, artist - QuillyDate of issue: 20.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wanna Be Wavy |
| This shit be driving me crazy |
| Hey. |
| I’m runnin' in and out of town |
| I’m booking flights, I get around |
| Ain’t no tomorrow; |
| get it now |
| Man ain’t no time to be lazy |
| (ain't no time to be lazy) x2 |
| Hey, I’m runnin' in and out of court |
| Them smokers up and down my block |
| Watching my back; |
| there go the cops |
| This shit be driving me crazy (this shit be driving me crazy) |
| I just wanna be wavy (I just wanna be wavy) |
| Hey. |
| In the state with plenty weight |
| Moscato drinking; |
| sippin' great |
| Condo shopping; |
| pick a place |
| We worked it out; |
| my fitness great |
| I just blew like 1500 on some shit I never needed |
| I just wanted dinner every night, was ducking every precinct |
| Project had me paranoid, lobby cameras helped them watch |
| Robbed him for his apple watch, that dope was raw; |
| they had to cop |
| All this guap I’m earning now |
| Fiends take a pull, they get to twerkin' now |
| My bitch from Germantown, she gotta Birkin now |
| Catch me if you can, I play gingerbread with the police |
| Balmain pockets obese, got garden floor seats |
| Niggas' that can’t keep their mouth shut, call that a slow leak |
| I wanted to drop out, take the block route, that was 03 |
| When played with them baggies, I played the |
| In Baltimore, I just played the alley, now we do Cali |
| Talking Crenshaw, we stomp niggas' out then brush our timbs off |
| I broke up with my last bitch, on my jacket, she found lipgloss |
| I’m tryna take these Ratchets to Manhattan before I dip off |
| First class to Dallas and time for the marriage tip off |
| I’m gone |
| I’m runnin' in and out of town |
| I’m booking flights, I get around |
| Ain’t no tomorrow; |
| get it now |
| Man ain’t no time to be lazy |
| (ain't no time to be lazy) x2 |
| Hey, I’m runnin' in and out of court |
| Them smokers up and down my block |
| Watching my back; |
| there go the cops |
| This shit be driving me crazy (this shit be driving me crazy) |
| I just wanna be wavy (I just wanna be wavy) |
| Hey. |
| Uh, trapped in the coldest weather |
| Fresh wheats, 7's sagging, Marc Buchanan leather |
| Cops circle, keep it pushin' nigga; |
| salt-n-pepa |
| You was with me when I was pop, we eatin' all together |
| Fuck it, let’s get it this chedda, it’s whatever |
| Mom smokin', same shit I’m sellin', niggas' tellin |
| Bitches open, niggas' reachin' |
| If they cross me, I’ma Holy Ghost em |
| That boy perc’d out his mind, hater don’t approach him |
| Fuck it don’t provoke him |
| My bitches bussin' checks, my niggas' bussin' scripts |
| I’m in the field; |
| Cam Newton and we up by 6 |
| Suck a dick |
| Bugs Bunny old shit, Balenciaga chrome shit |
| 3 for 10's, 2 for 5's on my flip phone shit |
| Bill Cosby; |
| bitches always bringing up old shit |
| You a wave rider, cock slider, you just hold dick |
| She gon' give them panties up, I’ma shoot the family up |
| Wit an open case, I was lost, broke and Xanie’d up |
| 3 whistles and some coke, I fought it like a homi case |
| A lot of pills, a lot of weight, on my corner |
| Out of state |
| Sippin' Hi-Tech, bent; |
| Mr. Miyagi face |
| If I go upstate, is she gon' wait? |
| fuck; |
| prolly skate |
| I can make it any day man, preliminary; |
| 8 bands |
| Floor seats wit the mikes, Mike (?) on space jam |
| I’m runnin' in and out of town |
| I’m booking flights, I get around |
| Ain’t no tomorrow; |
| get it now |
| Man ain’t no time to be lazy |
| (ain't no time to be lazy) x2 |
| Hey, I’m runnin' in and out of court |
| Them smokers up and down my block |
| Watching my back; |
| there go the cops |
| This shit be driving me crazy (this shit be driving me crazy) |
| I just wanna be wavy (I just wanna be wavy) |
| Hey. |