Mykki Blanco - Wavvy Lyrics
[Intro]I'm the mother*****er rookie of the yearMykki BlancoYoung Castro[Pre-verse]We on that chill tip, real highWe feeling real loose, real flyWe on that chill tip, real highWe feelin real loose, real fly[Verse 1]Welcome to Hell *****es, this is Mykki BlancoNew World Order mother*****er, follow prontoGet in line niggaYour soul is mine niggaYou scaredy cat ***** mother*****ers can't deliverMaybe she born with it, maybe it was MaybellineAll white Blanco give your heathen ass a christeningNiggas so greasy in the daylight, he glistening"Oh this fag can rap" yeah they saying that they listeningPissing in the windAt the 4-a-m spotBlazed off the indicaA bottle of CirocA mouth full of popChug it in the pay phone1-800-LOCOMother *****ers y'all can go homeI'm the new RufioY'all ain't knowI pimp slap you ***** niggas with my limp wrist, broWhat the ***** I gotta prove to a room full of dudesWho ain't listening to my words cuz they staring at my shoes[Hook]We...we we make love to the nightIn the back of the club yeah we feeling alrightL-lights lights lowThis shit feel crazyLow key loose niggas knowWe getting wavvyWe getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvyWe getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvyWe getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvyWe getting wavvy -- huh -- we getting wavvy[Pre-verse][Verse 2]I bite I bite I bite the head off a harpyEat these *****es alive, no waterI cry blood tears, Holy Mary, Holy MotherSomebody get the shaman mother*****er run for coverBlanco Blanco Blanco say it three times, Candy ManI'm coming outta the dark with red eyes and red handsI scalp these haters with a sickle I'm a sling bladeI'm cut-throat *****, I cut throats *****es keep awayNow many play me for dummy, not funnyNow a ***** about to get money, they wanna love meTell them no no no I played that Destiny's ChildYoung hearts run free, young bloods run wild (heyyy)Green light, with a mic in my handI go forward into battle with a dice in my handOne chance, one woman, seeking the truthOne truth - veiled in the illusions of youth[Hook][Verse 3]I'm bout to sour you niggasBe that spitter shit I'm flexing all my power, my niggaThese no class trashy hood rap brat broadsAin't got what it takes, put 'em back to training brasLocal mother *****ers, birds of a featherIf you's a dick rider you gon' dick ride foreverI said local mother *****ers, birds of a featherIf you's a dick rider you gon' dick ride forever, nigga[Hook x2]
