Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Waikiki Flow, artist - Shy Glizzy. Album song Aloha, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Glizzy Gang
Song language: English
Waikiki Flow |
If they wrap your body up, they ain’t gon' remember you |
Used to pour the drank up, had too many minerals |
Hop on the jet, might fly to Senegal |
Y’all do baguettes, I’ma do the emeralds |
All on the islands, nah, I’m not Gilligan |
Bad bitch talk loud, must be Dominican |
Wrist on ice cube, all about the Benjamins |
First they didn’t like me, now they wanna be friends again |
Pussy so wet, she soaked my Versace |
Gave me more head than she gave me body |
Bitch thinkin' she slick 'cause she fuckin' Lil Yachty |
Shout out my nigga, just beat a lil' body |
Niggas actin' like Big Meech on the iPad |
RIP, niggas gon' type that |
Love all my fans even if I don’t write back |
Ask your favorite rapper where the fuck he get his stripes at? |
Watches don’t tick tock, you should see my wrist lock |
Bang bang, Glizzy Gang, bitch, I got a big Glock |
And I went platinum way before hip-hop |
Used to play knick-knock, now I got rich opps |
Almost caught me a case but these niggas be tellin' |
I done caught me a wave, then a nigga start sailin' |
Rollin' big Backwoods of that MegaWellness |
Ain’t good in one hood, these niggas be wellin' |
1942, know what she goin' do |
Fuck her to some Bad Bunny, we gon' make a porn too |
Screaming free Ralo, used to sell dogfood |
Please don’t make the wrong move, sic the dog on you |
This is an encore, fuck I gotta front for? |
Runnin' with some niggas who’ll kick in your front door |
Naturally bad, but she love the damn contour |
European swag, tell a fuck nigga bonjour |
All this swag make a fuck nigga mad |
All this swag make a fuck nigga mad |
All this swag got me in my bag |
Oh, all this swag make a nigga jet lag |
Hatin' ass niggas, they ain’t blockin' my path |
They envy a nigga, they jockin' my swag |
I got a .40 cal in a man bag |
Forty thou' in my Amiri jeans, bitch, they on sag |
I got a bitch look like Meagan Good |
When she playin' 'em waist-deep, lil' bitch, she a freak |
I just bought me a coupe with the trunk in the hood and the bitch ain’t come |
with a key |
I gotta keep me an ARP in case a fuck nigga ever try to run up on me |
I was on the corner like Champ Bailey, tryna pick off every nigga, |
tryna get one on me |
Fucking on models, Victoria’s Secret |
Look at my pockets, they on Rikishi |
Wake they ass up, boy, I heard they got sleepy |
KiKi ain’t love me, I’m in Waikiki |
On my sneaks, fifteen hundred my feet |
And he wasn’t worth a body, so I’d rather murk a beat |
I done lost a couple of mine fuckin' with these streets |
But you better bet the other side feelin' my grief |
These niggas be hurtin', that hatin' not workin' |
Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin' |
I’m fuckin' your bitch, she know that you purpin' |
She lovin' my drip, a nigga be surfin' |
I ain’t goin' outside 'less I got a cutter on me |
I been the same nigga since they took my brother from me |
Name your top five, girl, they ain’t got nothin' on me |
Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me |
These niggas be hurtin', that hatin' not workin' |
Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin' |
I’m fuckin' your bitch, she know that you purpin' |
She lovin' my drip, a nigga be surfin' |
I ain’t goin' outside 'less I got a cutter on me |
I ain’t been the same nigga since they took my brother from me |
Name your top five, girl, they ain’t got nothin' on me |
Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me |
'Member I ain’t have a rubber on me? |
Haha |