Wavëy Krazy

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Yeat - Electronic, Rap

Wavëy Krazy

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[Intro] Told you I don't care at all, somebody still invest in me See now I'm gon' ball, you tryna end my destiny [Chorus] All that clout, it don't mean shit (Move, move, move, move) Yeah, my twin is too locked in, we way too rich On that private jet, lifestyle, yeah Every last one of our Piguets, they way too iced out, yeah (Word, word) Yeah, I'm off this Oxy' and off this Addy, I'm way too high now (High, high) Who'd you call? Yeah, who'd you know? Yeah, how'd you find out? (Ah, ah) I can tell you called police, by the way you walked out (Walk 'round) Yeah, ain't nobody built like me, don't steal my style now (Trying, trying) [Verse 1] Yeah, I don't even know what's my favorite car now (Got 'еm all) Got too many rackies on me, I'll let you find out At first, it wasn't for rеal but, nah, for real now (Yeah) Let's see how that feel now (Yeah) Wavey, wavey, wavey (Wavey), wavey Feel like Thug, like Uzi, I be so wavey, yeah Krazy, krazy (Krazy), krazy (Krazy), krazy That bitch sayin' that she really should have my baby, slide, c'mon [Bridge] Slide, Act', high, Act', high, Act' high, Act' Slide, Act', slide, Act', lit, Act', Wock', Act' Hunnids fallin', pockets swollen Too many options, bad thotties [Verse 2] Good D, ridin' round Windows down, tinted now Yeah, yeah, this shit too fast (Swerve) Off the X, I crashed it (Crash) Gave that bitch 10K just to give her some plastic (Ass) Think that thing my brakes, how many times I smashed it (Let's go) I don't even like being off the lean at all (No) I be gettin' to these racks like it's my job, yeah [Chorus] All that clout, it don't mean shit (Move, move, move, move) Yeah, my twin is too locked in, we way too rich On that private jet, lifestyle, yeah Every last one of our Piguets, they way too iced out, yeah (Word, word) Yeah, I'm off this Oxy' and off this Addy, I'm way too high now (High, high) Who'd you call? Yeah, who'd you know? Yeah, how'd you find out? (Ah, ah) I can tell you called police, by the way you walked out (Walk 'round) Yeah, ain't nobody built like me, don't steal my style now (Trying, trying)

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