Mykki Blanco - Wavvy (Prod. by Brenmar) | Текст песни

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• Wavvy (Prod. by Brenmar)

I'm the motherfucker rookie ear to ear
Mykki Blanco
Young Castro

We on that chill tip, real high
We feeling real loose, real fly
We on that chill tip, real high
We feelin real loose, real fly

Welcome to Hell bitches, this is Mykki Blanco
New World Order motherfucker, follow pronto
Get in line nigga
Your soul is mine nigga
Your scaredy cat pussy motherfuckers can't deliver
Maybe she born with it
Maybe it was Maybelline

All white Blanco give your heathen ass a christening
Niggas so greasy in the daylight, he glistening
"Oh this fag can rap" yeah they saying that they listening

Pissing in the wind
At the ..?
??
Blaze off tha indica
A Botte of Ciroc
A mouth full of pop
Chug it in the pay phone
1-800-LOCO
Mother fuckers y'all can go home
I'm the new Rufio
Y'all ain't know
I pimp slap you bitch niggas with my limp wrist, bro
What the fuck I gotta prove to a room full of dudes
Who ain't listening to my words cuz they staring at my shoes

We..we we make love tonight, in the back of the club yeah we feeling alright
L l lights lights low
This shit feel crazy
Low key loose niggas know
We getting wavvy

We getting wave~we getting wave~we getting wavvy
We getting wave~we getting wave~we getting wavvy
We getting wave~we getting wave~we getting wavvy
We getting wavvy ~ huh ~ we getting wavvy

We on that chill tip, real high
We feeling real loose, real fly
We on that chill tip, real high
We feeling real loose, real fly

I bite I bite I bite the head off the hopeful (?)
Eat these bitches alive and no warning
I cry blood tears, Holy Mary, Holy Mother
Somebody get the shaman motherfucker run for cover
Blanco Blanco Blanco say it three times
Candy Man
I'm coming outta the dark
With red eyes and red hands
I stop these haters with a simple I'm a sling baiter(?)
I cut dope bitch I cut dope bitches keep away

Now many play me for dummy, not funny
Now a bitch about to get many, but when they let me tell them no no no
I played that Destiny's Child
Young hearts run free, young bloods run wild

HEYYY

Green light, with a mic in my hand
I go forward into battle with a dice in my hand
Once chance, one woman, seeking the truth
One truth ~ veiled in the illusions of youth

We we we make love tonight, in the back of the club yeah we feeling alright
L l lights lights low
This shit feel crazy
Low key loose niggas know
We getting wavvy

We getting wave~we getting wave~we getting wavvy
We getting wave~we getting wave~we getting wavvy
We getting wave~we getting wave~we getting wavvy
We getting wavvy ~ huh ~ we getting wavvy

I'm out the side with you niggas
See that stupid shit flexing (?) and my power's on nigga
These no class trashy hood rap (?) broads
Ain't got what it takes, put 'em back to training bras

Local mother fuckers, birds of a feather
If you's a dick rider you gon' dick ride forever
I said local mother fuckers
Birds of a feather, if you's a dick rider you gon' dick ride forever (man go)

We we we make love tonight, in the back of the club yeah we feeling alright
L l lights lights low
The shit feel crazy
Low key loose niggas know
We getting wavvy

We getting wave~we getting wave~we getting wavvy
We getting wave~we getting wave~we getting wavvy
We getting wave~we getting wave~we getting wavvy
We getting wavvy ~ huh ~ we getting wavvy

We we we make love tonight, in the back of the club yeah we feeling alright
L l lights lights low
The shit feel crazy
Low key loose niggas know
We getting wavvy

We getting wave~we getting wave~we getting wavvy
We getting wave~we getting wave~we getting wavvy
We getting wave~we getting wave~we getting

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