Wavvy - Mykki Blanco/Brenmar

Composed by：Michael David Quattlebaum/Bill Salas

I'm the motherf**kin' rookie of the year year

Mykki blanco blanco

Young castro castro

We on that chill tip real high real high

We feeling real loose real fly real fly

We on that chill tip real high real high

We feelin real loose real fly

Welcome to hell b***hes this is mykki blanco

New world order motherf**ker follow pronto

Get in line n***a

Your soul is mine n***a

You scaredy cat p***y motherf**kers can't deliver

Maybe she born with it maybe it was maybelline

All white blanco give your heathen a*s a christening

N***as so greasy in the daylight he glistening

Oh this fag can rap yeah they saying that they listening

Pissing in the wind

At the 4-a-m spot

Blazed off the indica

A bottle of ciroc

A mouth full of pop

Chug it in the pay phone

1-800-loco

Mother f**kers y'all can go home

I'm the new rufio

Y'all ain't know

I pimp slap you b***h n***as with my limp wrist bro

What the f**k 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 to the night

In the back of the club yeah we feeling alright

L-lights lights low

This s**t feel crazy

Low key loose n***as know

We getting wavvy

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We on that chill tip real high real high

We feeling real loose real fly real fly

We on that chill tip real high real high

We feelin real loose real fly real fly

I bite I bite I bite the head off a harpy

Eat these b***hes alive no water

I cry blood tears holy Mary holy mother

Somebody get the shaman motherf**ker 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 scalp these haters with a sickle I'm a sling blade

I'm cut-throat b***h I cut throats b***hes keep away

Now many play me for dummy not funny

Now a b***h about to get money they wanna love 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

One chance one woman seeking the truth

One truth - veiled in the illusions of youth

Youth

We we we make love to the night

In the back of the club yeah we feeling alright

L-lights lights low

This s**t feel crazy

Low key loose n***as know

We getting wavvy

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I'm 'bout to sour you n***as

Be that spitter s**t

I'm flexing all my powers on n***a

These no class trashy hood rap brat broads

Ain't got what it takes

Put 'em back in training bras

Local mother f**kers birds of a feather

If you's a d**k rider you gon' d**k ride forever

I said local mother f**kers

Birds of a feather

If you's a d**k rider you gon' d**k ride forever n***a

We we we make love to the night

In the back of the club yeah we feeling alright

L-lights lights low

This s**t feel crazy

Low key loose n***as know

We getting wavvy

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We we we make love to the night

In the back of the club yeah we feeling alright

L-lights lights low

This s**t feel crazy

Low key loose n***as know

We getting wavvy

We getting wavvy getting wavvy getting wavvy getting wavvy

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