I think it's all in the waves In the way that you move and the things that you say Hey, think of what we can do if you stop acting crazy I be rude, I be rude, Lil mama don't hate me Oh no, no no no I think it's all in the waves In the way that you move and the things that you say Hey, think of what we can do if you stop acting crazy I be rude, I be rude, Lil mama don't hate me Oh no, no no no
Said I be posted out in Beverly Long hair, longevity Oo I swear, it's a better day Mama used to take my ass to a therapy And now my coupe move cool, no care in me And no Benz, though a Cherokee Mother fuckers be B so embarrassing Bruh I B3P, you a parody Flow sweet, book a tea by a cherry tree From a very old beast, where they stare at me To the rooftop sweets, where the parents be But keep watch, lil homie, move carefully They wanna feature that MM, tastes terribly I move the whip through the streets To the top of the earth for the sunset She let me watch while she undress I let 'em talk Yeah bruddah cause the kid's got the success The pussy positive They like, fuck that Pullin' up, suspect Real Gs ain't concerned where the plug at You know I got it right here, homie trust that 2 2 7 3 We the plug back Straight spittin' to the four star women With the porn star vision On tour, I might pull up on your place And last year I was 'bout to run away from this shit This year I be all up on the stage and shit You might also like I think it's all in the waves In the way that you move and the things that you say Hey, think of what we can do if you stop acting crazy I be rude, I be rude, Lil mama don't hate me
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Compositor: Christian Robert Felner (Felly) ECAD: Obra #36746817