Amet Ricky - Waves Lyrics

The type of shit that just
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock

They said po nigga
Po nigga
The hoes witcha
But you slow
With the roll nigga
Ya O blows
And ya old soul
Plus ya flows cold
Like Arctica
And how you still the realest
With that heart in ya
I know a couple
Of the niggas
Thought of offing ya
While you was
Rolling through the streets
That Mac was passenger
You hit the bummy
Little bunny
With no ass at all
Then told your shorty
That you'll pull up on her
After church
The sinners prayer
With the peoples promise
Bound to work
At least that's what
They tell ya
That's when ya hell bent
Well shit

Talk to 'em
The type of shit that just
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Look

I got niggas
That only kick it with me
If we getting litty
But it's on me of course
They come
A dime a dozen
But if trees
A quart
And if it never please
At least it ease
The source
And when you blow down
Blow loud
Blow slow son
Youngin tryna kick it
With the grown ones
Gold
And your soles
Drop of
Old liquor
Cold
When the hoes
Speak of
What's done witcha
Oh you mad huh
Oh you rolling
With a bad
She a brat huh
Brown skin
Doll eyes
Ass phat huh
Tell her loving's
What she want
When I Mack huh
Tell her make that
Choir sound
When it clap huh
Clap clap
Thunder clap
When it stack huh
Crispy chickens
If you licking
For a bag hun
And if you looking
And you down for it
I got a song
In my soul
If you itching
Just to scratch cords
50 reasons why you
Ask for it
50 shades when
We back doors
You got a passport
I got some islands for ya
And if you lighten up
My dark
I got some diamonds for ya
And if you talking bout
The stars
I got my bio for ya
You hit up Gaud
You need the guy
I got that fire for ya
I spoke to God
About the guy
I got that fire for ya
Tre 4
Til the doors gold
Higher for ya
Rick

This that vibe shit man
The type of shit that just
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock