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quilly - wanna be wavy lyrics

[intro: quilly]
this sh-t be driving me crazy
hey..

[hook: quilly]
i’m runnin’ in and out of town
i’m booking flights, i get around
ain’t no tomorrow; get it now
man ain’t no time to be lazy
(ain’t no time to be lazy) x2
hey, i’m runnin’ in and out of court
them smokers up and down my block
watching my back; there go the cops
this sh-t be driving me crazy (this sh-t be driving me crazy)
i just wanna be wavy ( i just wanna be wavy)
hey..

[verse 1: dave east]
in the state with plenty weight
moscato drinking; sippin’ great
condo shopping; pick a place
we worked it out; my fitness great
i just blew like 1500 on some sh-t i never needed
i just wanted dinner every night, was ducking every precinct
project had me paranoid, lobby cameras helped them watch
robbed him for his apple watch, that dope was raw; they had to cop
all this guap i’m earning now
fiends take a pull, they get to twerkin’ now
my b-tch from germantown, she gotta birkin now
catch me if you can, i play gingerbread with the police
balmain pockets obese, got garden floor seats
n-gg-s’ that can’t keep their mouth shut, call that a slow leak
i wanted to drop out, take the block route, that was 03
when [?] played [?] with them baggies, i played the [?]
in baltimore, i just played the alley, now we do cali
talking crenshaw, we stomp n-gg-s’ out then brush our timbs off
i broke up with my last b-tch, on my jacket, she found lipgloss
i’m tryna take these ratchets to manhattan before i dip off
first cl-ss to dallas and time for the marriage tip off
i’m gone

[verse 2: quilly]
uh, trapped in the coldest weather
fresh wheats, 7’s sagging, marc buchanan leather
cops circle, keep it pushin’ n-gg-; salt-n-pepa
you was with me when i was pop, we eatin’ all together
f-ck it, let’s get it this chedda, it’s whatever
mom smokin’, same sh-t i’m sellin’, n-gg-s’ tellin
b-tches open, n-gg-s’ reachin’
if they cross me, i’ma holy ghost em
that boy perc’d out his mind, hater don’t approach him
f-ck it don’t provoke him
my b-tches bussin’ checks, my n-gg-s’ bussin’ scripts
i’m in the field; cam newton and we up by 6
suck a d-ck
bugs bunny old sh-t, balenciaga chrome sh-t
3 for 10’s, 2 for 5’s on my flip phone sh-t
bill cosby; b-tches always bringing up old sh-t
you a wave rider, c-ck slider, you just hold d-ck
she gon’ give them panties up, i’ma shoot the family up
wit an open case, i was lost, broke and xanie’d up
3 whistles and some c-ke, i fought it like a homi case
a lot of pills, a lot of weight, on my corner
out of state
sippin’ hi-tech, bent; mr. miyagi face
if i go upstate, is she gon’ wait? f-ck; prolly skate
i can make it any day man, preliminary; 8 bands
floor seats wit the mikes, mike (?) on sp-ce jam

- quilly lyrics

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