Wavvy Lyrics

I'm the m*********** 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 b******, this is Mykki Blanco
New World Order m***********, follow p***to
Get in line n****
Your soul is mine n****
Your scaredy cat p**** m************ can't deliver
Maybe she born with it
Maybe it was Maybelline

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

p****** in the wind
At the ..?
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Blaze off tha indica
A Botte of Ciroc
A mouth full of pop
Chug it in the pay phone
1-800-LOCO
m************s y'all can go home
I'm the new Rufio
Y'all ain't know
I pimp slap you b**** n***** with my limp wrist, bro
What the f*** 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 s*** feel crazy
Low key loose n***** 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 b*** I b*** I b*** the head off the hopeful (?)
Eat these b****** alive and no warning
I cry blood tears, Holy Mary, Holy Mother
Somebody get the shaman m*********** 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 b**** I cut dope b****** keep away

Now many play me for dummy, not funny
Now a b**** 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 s*** feel crazy
Low key loose n***** 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 n*****
See that stupid s*** flexing (?) and my power's on n****
These no class trashy hood rap (?) broads
Ain't got what it takes, put 'em back to training bras

Local m************s, birds of a feather
If you's a d*** rider you gon' d*** ride forever
I said local m************s
Birds of a feather, if you's a d*** rider you gon' d*** 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 s*** feel crazy
Low key loose n***** 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 s*** feel crazy
Low key loose n***** 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