| Man got flows and I got dough
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| And I got women on the low, I’m wavey
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| Middle finger to you other niggas
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| I’m a ten figure nigga, tell dem niggas I’m wavey
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| Man don’t care like Ric Flair
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| I just did a woo on a nigga, I’m wavey
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| I don’t know about you but I know myself
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| And I know that my ting’s wavey
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| Mandem hate cause I get cake
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| And a nigga’s never been fake, I’m good
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| You can ask around when you’re in town
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| Or if you ever stop by my hood
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| They know that I’m the best, Double, I’m a chef
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| Anytime I go into the booth, I cook
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| I just go full throttle
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| No, I ain’t a champagne bottle so I’ve never been shook
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| I roll deep on these, I
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| Make grown men look like pickneys
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| Notes, yeah, I only wanna see 50s
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| I’ve got the moneyman sound so I get big Ps and
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| Gyal around me, they wanna get frisky
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| They get tipsy and then I get a striptease
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| Make her wine her body something like a gypsy
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| Then mek her come back around like a frisbee
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| Original Pirate Material, Blackbeard
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| Rock your boat like Aaliyah, I’m wavey
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| Make man walk the plank, I pull rank
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| 360 on a can, I’m wavey
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| I don’t need no ocean reflection
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| I already know I’m wavey
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| Otis Redding, sitting on the dock of the bay
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| With a girl that’s wavey
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| Silver Surfer, nigga
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| It’s me vs. the mirror
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| I’m balls-deep in this bitch, I’mma sperm up in her
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| I don’t wanna write for a certain spitter
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| I’ve got a line for anybody who jumps out of line
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| They’re getting bodied, I jump out and ride, the metal on me
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| You come out to fight, I’m ready for it
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| Blood out your side, your leg and forehead
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| Horrid
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| Horror stories from the forest
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| If horror’s the category, then I’m on it
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| Promise you man are gonna see more bodies
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| Honest, I just bought three more shottys
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| Doo doo doo doo doo
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| Sound like the end of EastEnders
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| Doo doo doo doo doo
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| One-line flows, fuck your mum at the end of each sentence
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| Doo doo doo doo doo
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| Yeah, G’s reckless
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| Whoa, you know me, I’m old school, I’m the OG
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| You little niggas, I’m wavey
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| Quarter mil, quarterly, can’t show me P
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| You little niggas, I’m wavey
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| Back with a bang, back with a bang, slap up your man
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| Rudegirl, I’m wavey
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| You wanna know about wavey?
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| Let me show you a little something 'bout wavey
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| Slap up your man, rudegirl, don’t act up
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| I back up the van then clap up your man
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| Ayy, rudeboy, shut up now, man
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| Oi, shut up now, man
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| I wrote the handbook, so miss me there with the bad looks
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| Please, I will plant your head in a MacBook screen
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| How you mean? |
| How you mean? |
| How you mean?
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| I will lick off your whole headtop clean
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| I’m back with it, I’m back with it
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| A massage parlour couldn’t get me back in it
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| But the beat was banging so I banged it back in it
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| Bang bang, I bang banged it from the back, init
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| Bang, you’re fucked now, I buck now
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| I’m letting off the shots now, better duck down, whoa
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| Sweep through your city like a swat round flows
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| Fly through your ends with the top down though
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| Wavey
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| Wavey
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| Wavey
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| Wavey |