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wavy jone$ - ralph lorn lyrics

[verse 1: wavy jone$]
heaven sent benz fruity coupe
cut the roof off
count that money seven times
‘cuz i’m too gone
all black
never catch me with no suit on
she hit the blunt once
said that kush too strong
flip phone motorola with that yola bruh
645 for the d-ck that’s what i sold her, uh uh
i’ll f-ck her face
put it in her place
eat that p-ssy raw dog
‘cuz i love the taste
six hoes, pimp mode
f-ck her like a nympho
money on my mind
i’m sniffing c0ke out of her dimples
yo’ b-tch is basic man
that’s just to keep it simple
i’m polo to my draws
bl–dy jewels where my wrist go
now drop some dollars
tell her pop it like a zit
i’m the sh-t
100 thousand worth of profit on my d-ck, b-tch
yuh, yuh
yung wavy jones
herringbone made of white gold
trapping pay phones

[outro]
i got a new ho
i just bought a pistol
just got some new clothes
motherf-ck a thrift store
i got a new ho
i just bought a pistol
just got some new clothes
motherf-ck a thrift store
i got a new ho
i just bought a pistol
just got some new clothes
motherf-ck a thrift store
i got a new ho
i just bought a pistol
just got some new clothes
motherf-ck a thrift store

- wavy jone lyrics

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