Wave Riders
reggie
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Woo I been that nigga I'm drunk off the liquor It f*ck up my liver Maybe I should chill out and drink on some lemonade in the studio Shoutout to Jigga Maybe I should watch Rap City the Bassment on the couch Shoutout to Tigga Shoutout Julissa That's my big big big sista Yeah that's my nigga Same mom same mister no I cannot forget her Because I grew up with her Same bathroom same mirror She would hookup the myspace before twitter F*ck em all Hold up wait wait wait Want the money out the gate Talked to Dad the other day Said I wanna get paid He said hurry up son I'm workin workin workin workin like a slave Click call my nigga Ray Put me in the booth let's get paid Now I'm popping like grease All beats I see get deceased All of my funds are increased Baddest thing in my sheets Always been about it about it about it about it Don't ever talk to police Always knew I had the talent Once I was told by Uncle Maurice Yeah that's my Uncle Maurice Put a football in my hand Said stay up out them streets Make more than a hundred grand Then I started rappin rappin in the booth Straight snapping on every beat Gettin big bout to do a meet and greet My life is a movie Shit got me feeling so cool Still got much shit to prove Whole team know I'm the truth Nothing but white on my tooth Business card on me No need for all of them bands Still wear Gucci and Versace and mix it with the vans Numero uno like Cam I laid her down in a Benz She tried to put me on cam Thinking of going vegan But I wanna eat in a lam You probably don't understand All of my niggas on wave You boys stuck in the sand Blasting off like a rocket Never let the hoes get outta pocket no She know I don't need her I got way too many options yo Don't pull that pistol if you don't think you gon pop it no Just seen that new G-Wagon I think I'm bout to cop it yo Me and Ray been working Kinda hard to keep focus Strap up on these hoes They givin out hocus pocus Keep the snakes out the grass Watching out for the locusts Granny said God chose us Gotta move her off Posa I don't need to roll blunts But I can smoke when I want My battery in the trunk Five star restaurant I know I'm the man Henny spillin on my hand Got a baddie out in France All my girls got bands All my girls got a man Yeah I know that's low But I don't give a f*ck though I'm tryin to bust a nut ho I been working on my craft Rappin hard for this cash Fuckin with college bitches that mastered in math What else can you add Made a song called the business Couple months later me and Michael opened up a business I don't ask for no permission I just go out there and get it Whole family here to witness Me I'm just getting commission I been poppin in the city Yall new rappers rap is so shitty ah I want the money like Diddy Only hundred and fifties Ray came up with a plan Execute for the fam We ain't on the same page Getting knocked out on stage Don't play around with me we are not buddy buddy buddy no Yall niggas so wack think yall good yall Joe Budden Who the f*ck made him the voice of hip-hop all of a sudden Yall mad my shit fit and yall shit can't cut it whoa
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