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babyface ray, peezy & team eastside d-nice – wavy boyz lyrics

[verse 1: peezy]
i’m a sp+ceship rider
knee on the steering wheel, pourin’ up the lean while i’m drivin’
tints on that mercedes, ain’t no tellin’ who inside it
ain’t never seen my opps at the bank, it’s like they hidin’
kick yo’ stupid ass up out the car if you ain’t ridin’, this for gangsters only
everything i did was for the gang, bro why you hatin’ on me?
hunnid’ racks on me for no reason, this ain’t nothin’ new
lemonade with a four of quagen, this is not a deuce
every n+gga round me battle tested, you are not a troop
i’m sick, i heard my n+gga made a statement but i ain’t got the proof
rumor has it peezy fell off, but that is not the truth
i wipе my ass with yo’ life savings when you ain’t got a clue
rеd and white supreme hat on me, i feel like dr. seuss
i sn+tch a bad b+tch up out the club like “what we ’bout to do?”
sleepy, i done drunk too much lean and took a roxy too
i grew up with my uncle crack sellin’ and my auntie too
[verse 2: eastside dnice]
bro got a body count like mad max, bag back
cash ninety thirties from the earners off my ass cap
i could tell by yo’ jeans that yo’ ass cap
spent two k on balenciaga dead heads
you need k!llers for protection, i cannot be seen with felons
how can i cut ’em off? we hang in the same sections
f+ck the paperwork, it’s too much time we got invested
real shoes a thousand, better watch out where you steppin’
i know soda probably snuck his double cups in heaven
i know five thousand beans can get you tied in with some letters
i did sh+t for the gang, won’t bring it up once
detroit player, see the world through some ice buffs
speakin’ bad about my guys’ll get you f+cked up
cold nights at granny house, we was bunched up
danny told me “if the people catch you, shut the f+ck up”
watch on a short vaca’ to get ’em bust up

[verse 3: babyface ray]
cargo amiris, ten in every pocket
put some cheese on a n+gga, andy milonakis
you can work a bag or live average, them yo’ options
scams or the grams, you get money i don’t knock you
tee st. michaels, p+ssy good and i might ice you
jeans saint laurent, take more meds than yo’ aunt
sittin’ at the bar with the owner, takin’ shots
rental stuffed like a turkey, get us there without a stop
be careful with that wock’, drop some’
new piece came with a chop, mop some’
face, he like to burn through a town, i think oxford
wanna keep yo’ b+tch from bustin’ down, put a lock on her

- babyface ray peezy team eastside d nice lyrics

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