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glass ocean - wavy jone$ lyrics

coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard

[verse 1: wavy jone$]
i got two blunts on my lip
i got no roof on the whip
i got a hundred thousand b*tches, got no room on my d*ck
the devil granted my wish to pull them boots for the cl!ck
i want the world in my hands, but i’m losing my grip
the pitch, black be the mist, tsunami, wet like a fish
i pulled up to the cemetery like that ain’t my sh*t
a hundred blocks to the sniff, a hundred bottles of chris
hеlicopter, speed boats, holocaust on my wrist
i got a hope for the wеak and got a hope for the freak and got a hoe who don’t know my name, all i know is she fiendin’
’cause she heard i’ma feed it, make her squirt put a s*m*n
pop that p*ssy in my face, b*tch you know i’ma eat it
young wavy jone$, hair and bone, hang down to my toes
got that snow white hoes, like powder in they nose
i be tippin’, i’m pimpin’, i gettin’ dripped, when i hit it
i’m never sippin’, she livin’, just when i get it, i get it, ya b*tch
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard

[verse 2: p2thegoldmask]
i got too many flows, i got too much dough
to waste time f*cking around with you lame ass hoes
i got too much charisma, i’m a woodgrain gripper
four tip of syrup, sip a more, [?], n*gga
if i never seen your face before, then we can’t do business ’cause these n*ggas out here snitching, dawg, and i can’t be victim
if i never seen your face before, then we can’t do business
’cause these n*ggas out here snitching and p2 won’t be victim
gold mask never lacking, he be ready for action
still tipping dime, slow on 4’s, swingers and adapters
i’m a paperback stacker, p2 cold as as an elastic
got this 30 on my lap, cause these n*ggas be jacking
and i heard these rappers mad, cause my cd be slapping
and your girlfriend wanna f*ck, cause she heard i be splashing
i be mashing for cash and god d*mn, i be swagging
giving out free gain to cd, but next cd i’m taxing
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard
coming coming down the blvd
sw*nging on em’ hard

- wavy jone lyrics

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