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• Artiste: Ces Cru
• Titre: Wavy
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(Verse) Zoned out, turned up Shuttin' something down tonight Kush, blunts, hash, bowl Fuckin' with a pound of white. Order shot, shoot em down Actin' like a drunk fuck I don't know how I'm alive Chalk it up as dumb luck Drinkin' I ain't Thinkin' I ain't Eatin' I don't stop at all. Sippin something super saucy Now I'm bout to cop a ball Spendin' every dollar Imma make some more tomorrow Clockin' out I hit the liquor store And grab another bottle. Po'ed up with young prince Now we're burnin' down a spliff He said just keep this shit in check Please don't let it drown a gift I don't hear em choppin' Just the sounds of bottles poppin' Is it me or did you hear some motherfucking body knockin'? Pop another Molly Rollin' trees like a lumberjack, Smokin' on that earwax Call that shit that other crack. Sittin' in the K-hole Starin' out the Cadillac Yeah I love this liquor But this shit'll never love me back. (Hook) Turned up, zoned out Shuttin' something down tonight Kush, blunts, hash, bowls Fuckin' with a pound of white Pitchers, shots, lines, rails, bumps, stacks All that Wavy, maybe, bout to take a break If and I fall flat. Turned up, zoned out Shuttin' something down tonight Kush, blunts, hash, bowls Fuckin' with a pound of white Pitchers, shots, lines, rails, bumps, stacks All that Wavy, maybe, bout to take a break If and I fall flat. (Verse) If I work a double I'mma gotta have a couple. Holler at the bartender Tell her make this one a double Swillin' down the ave Sippin' dirty cash daily Tippin' steady sippin' I am fucked up, wavy. Every thing is gettin' drank Everybody gettin' drunk Smooth is on the way He said he gotta baby in the trunk. Stoppin's not an option I ain't poppin' I ain't lockin' Feels like all I really need Is a motherfuckin' Oxycontin. I am rotten on the inside A plane, vin slide. Talkin' to a serpent Feelin' like both of my wrists tied. No one should be this high Double helix makes knots Fuck a double D-V-B Like everybody a shots No one sets it off Swilly and em, we go it's own Turn it up an octave, and knock a bitch out of its zone Misery love company If you ain't swill then get gone I'm down to make a ralvage as soon as that other vince' gone. (Hook) Turned up, zoned out Shuttin' something down tonight Kush, blunts, hash, bowls Fuckin' with a pound of white Pitchers, shots, lines, rails, bumps, stacks All that Wavy, maybe, bout to take a break If and I fall flat Turned up, zoned out Shuttin' something down tonight Kush, blunts, hash, bowls Fuckin' with a pound of white Pitchers, shots, lines, rails, bumps, stacks All that Wavy, maybe, bout to take a break If and I fall flat.