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Wavy Video (MV)




Performed By: Abel Deón
Language: English
Length: 1:47
Written by: Deon Boyd Jr




Abel Deón - Wavy Lyrics
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God damn im so wavy
Whipping the powder she call me baby
Cocaine parties like back in the eighties
I got the bag now im feeling wavy
I whip them chickens with a side of gravy
The pack got us living like larry
I herd you can't do it because you scary
I herd you can't do it because you scary
Thank god i had a bag on their bitch ass
Investing and stackin and flipping getting a bag on a mission
Born and bread hempstead adition all of my hoe think im pimpin
I told my baby don't call me on my free time
Just touched down in brooklyn the bat signal call me for bookings i coped the caine and i cooked it
And served it like its crooklyn it dangerous the opps are lookin
They dumb and they tell on themselves they not g when it comes to juggin
They fumbled the pack themselves then all of a sudden they turn to hoodlums
They locked up in a cell they thought they homie was one of the good ones
The bakers men still cooking
Going for the gold now tell me just how it's looking
Going for the gold now tell me just how it's looking
God damn im so wavy
Whipping the powder she call me baby
Cocaine parties like back in the eighties
I got the bag now im feeling wavy
I whip them chickens with a side of gravy
The pack got us living like larry
I herd you can't do it because you scary
I herd you can't do it because you scary
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God damn im so wavy
Whipping the powder she call me baby
Cocaine parties like back in the eighties
I got the bag now im feeling wavy
I whip them chickens with a side of gravy
The pack got us living like larry
I herd you can't do it because you scary
I herd you can't do it because you scary
Thank god i had a bag on their bitch ass
Investing and stackin and flipping getting a bag on a mission
Born and bread hempstead adition all of my hoe think im pimpin
I told my baby don't call me on my free time
Just touched down in brooklyn the bat signal call me for bookings i coped the caine and i cooked it
And served it like its crooklyn it dangerous the opps are lookin
They dumb and they tell on themselves they not g when it comes to juggin
They fumbled the pack themselves then all of a sudden they turn to hoodlums
They locked up in a cell they thought they homie was one of the good ones
The bakers men still cooking
Going for the gold now tell me just how it's looking
Going for the gold now tell me just how it's looking
God damn im so wavy
Whipping the powder she call me baby
Cocaine parties like back in the eighties
I got the bag now im feeling wavy
I whip them chickens with a side of gravy
The pack got us living like larry
I herd you can't do it because you scary
I herd you can't do it because you scary
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Writer: Deon Boyd Jr
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