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Wave Video (MV)




Performed By: T3tsuo
Length: 3:29
Written by: Iman Muhammad




T3tsuo - Wave Lyrics




I'm tryna kick back
Another relapse
I need to relax
Let me get right
And see where it's at
Hol'up let me bring it back
You see people's faces
But never their hearts
Can't wife no hoe
With dirty bars
I'm dirty like the janitor
Ugh and she thinks that I'm the man for her
Nah and I know that I'm not
I'm back in this bitch
I'm hotter than hot
I'm prepared for the top
Get prepared for the drop
I'm prepared for that Guap
Just chillin in the winter time
Soakin up the summer shine
In the view of state of mind
Livin' like the world is mine
Tryna be a bachelor
Only 18, but I'm growing up faster
Cause my P-O-V
Is that poverty
That D-O-C
Is that lottery
That D-O-C
Is my lock and keys
Watch me bop and weave
To this D-O-P-E
She only wants "EMPathy"
Sounds like an EMP to me
Blow your back out like it's TNT
These kids ain't listening

And
I be speakin' that life
It's hard to believe that
People still think that
Jesus is white
Alright, alright
Oh no
And
I be speakin' that life
It's hard to believe that
People still think that
Jesus is white
Alright, alright
Oh no

Slave to the system
Slave to the race
Slave to kids
Blacks ain't safe
Tune my 808s, girl
Say yo grace, girl
Stay yo place, girl
Blast my bass
Trap like waves
Made it from the back like waves
F*ckin' in the ass like aids
Sellin that crack like K's
My flows are like switch blades
Lovin' the Lord
Cover the lovers of governor or
Dozen in love with
Covers or more
In concerts with
Covers who
Cover galore
Wash off their feet
Then cover the floor
Mother the ships
Hover aboard
Raptures and ruptures
Start flooding the shore
Pushing and shoving and punching with oars
Thuggin' and judging
Like f*ckin' with whores
Sink to the bottom like sex in the kitchen
No food in the fridge
But it's nut on the stove
It's what on the what?
Yvette sucking and bust right on her clothes
Dishonor Yvette what is it for?
Mrs. Yvette
What does she know?
Finding the evidence
Answering the questions
Did you and the president f*ck on the low?

Go run it
Go run it
Go run it
Go run it

And
I be speakin' that life
It's hard to believe that
People still think that
Jesus is white
Alright, alright
Oh no
And
I be speakin' that life
It's hard to believe that
People still think that
Jesus is white
Alright, alright
Oh no
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I'm tryna kick back
Another relapse
I need to relax
Let me get right
And see where it's at
Hol'up let me bring it back
You see people's faces
But never their hearts
Can't wife no hoe
With dirty bars
I'm dirty like the janitor
Ugh and she thinks that I'm the man for her
Nah and I know that I'm not
I'm back in this bitch
I'm hotter than hot
I'm prepared for the top
Get prepared for the drop
I'm prepared for that Guap
Just chillin in the winter time
Soakin up the summer shine
In the view of state of mind
Livin' like the world is mine
Tryna be a bachelor
Only 18, but I'm growing up faster
Cause my P-O-V
Is that poverty
That D-O-C
Is that lottery
That D-O-C
Is my lock and keys
Watch me bop and weave
To this D-O-P-E
She only wants "EMPathy"
Sounds like an EMP to me
Blow your back out like it's TNT
These kids ain't listening

And
I be speakin' that life
It's hard to believe that
People still think that
Jesus is white
Alright, alright
Oh no
And
I be speakin' that life
It's hard to believe that
People still think that
Jesus is white
Alright, alright
Oh no

Slave to the system
Slave to the race
Slave to kids
Blacks ain't safe
Tune my 808s, girl
Say yo grace, girl
Stay yo place, girl
Blast my bass
Trap like waves
Made it from the back like waves
F*ckin' in the ass like aids
Sellin that crack like K's
My flows are like switch blades
Lovin' the Lord
Cover the lovers of governor or
Dozen in love with
Covers or more
In concerts with
Covers who
Cover galore
Wash off their feet
Then cover the floor
Mother the ships
Hover aboard
Raptures and ruptures
Start flooding the shore
Pushing and shoving and punching with oars
Thuggin' and judging
Like f*ckin' with whores
Sink to the bottom like sex in the kitchen
No food in the fridge
But it's nut on the stove
It's what on the what?
Yvette sucking and bust right on her clothes
Dishonor Yvette what is it for?
Mrs. Yvette
What does she know?
Finding the evidence
Answering the questions
Did you and the president f*ck on the low?

Go run it
Go run it
Go run it
Go run it

And
I be speakin' that life
It's hard to believe that
People still think that
Jesus is white
Alright, alright
Oh no
And
I be speakin' that life
It's hard to believe that
People still think that
Jesus is white
Alright, alright
Oh no
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Writer: Iman Muhammad
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