Lyrics:
Wavy
Crazy, crazy, crazy
You're driving me crazy, crazy, crazy
Things are looking shaky, shaky, shaky
You're supposed to save me, save me, save me,
here lookin' crazy
Masked up out here lookin' crazy
Ain't no facts, can't debate me
Overweight, you real lazy
Masked up out here lookin' crazy
Masked up
How it feel to be worth nothing with out a dollar
I don't even go to work and get paid by the hour
I can't hang with broke niggas
I could never fit in
Quack quack. you're too closer if you can see my plumbers crack. I babysit baby boys but I prefer to play with men. Tell me your networth. if you want
I was waiting for the world to end
I just didn't even know it yet
My hope for all these crazy kids
Is to never work for old white men
Simple Comforts
If you see me styling that's a lie (Aye)
Probably got picked out by design (Aye)
Probably from my girl yeah she want to see me thrive
She been rocking
ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is
about her, crazy about her
Hey, I'm a lovesick son
I'm crazy about her
I was standing outside the Met one day
when she drove by in a black Corvette
Yo yo yo
Hold up men
It’s men at work
Motherfuckin men at work
Came to drip
New patek Phillipe
Why you gon beef?
Better still believe
Why you gon do
ciento chocha (Pussy)
Te volverá loca (Crazy)
Di que this pussy 'OVAH' (Ooh)
Body, 'OVAH'
Back sprung, bent over
Hot as a supernova
Got ya nigga to work
down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle in the sky, one
method seems to work quite well
You sure know how to play!
Ill just pick up the phone
See what the banker has to say
Well, come on Noel spit it out!
What
it by
Tearing butterflies in half
And some men do it in Palm Springs
Laying it into butter-blondes
With Cadillac souls
Cadillacs and butterflies
will
Overcome rejection
Conditioned by images lusting for sex
Haunting men's thoughts of who
They'll bed next
Pathetic Humanity aus-Rotten
And Now Back
work that
Work that
Work that
Work that
Work that
Work that
Work that
Shake that
Shake that
Break that
Take that
Take that
Gon' get it girl
Ohh
Damn
plate
Bill him what, half of that he have it late
His best friend by the yellow crates
Suicide, tears tryna hesitate
Only seventeen, damn, seventeen
the dirt, too demonic for the church
I body any and everybody until the day they put my body in the earth
This is ghetto gossip while I work
Live from
and the sand
Get the mortar in hand
Molotov in the pussy
out here burning the men
I’m a boss you a groupie
So you can’t understand
Cause we live in different
purse
She's not gonna need it for knockin spurs
God, for what it's worth
I never gone to church
I never got to learn right and wrong
I'm a lot of work for
showed
You were into me, or even in between
Low key
Oh, well you're alone, you're alone, on you're on, on you're on
So you're missin' me
Crazy
Run that by me one more time
To make sure that I heard you right
I hope you don't expect me to believe that line
I might be crazy, but I ain't
hit-list
Depression decomposing in plastic too
By now
She was number two
How you ain't know you need a hit-list
Ah you need a hit-list
You some made men if
reaching Far Yh di heights by great men reach And kept cause Bounty killer done Tell you man a superstar
Di same gleaner you end up on di Roadside a sell you
For those people who think that it's ok to go out and do dirty work for other people
Just because
That's crazy talk
That's some far out shit
That is
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