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The Wave (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas) Video (MV)






Semi Sixteenz - The Wave (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas) Lyrics
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I am the wave
I make it rough in the water I hit it with bricks like I'm Craig
I'm whipping the yay
My partner cook it up harder but me I'm re-rocking the Caine
So this getting baked
I spread it out on a cookie sheet, had it dry before they came
Like give it a taste
White girl gon get they ass dancing, just like a luau like Deng
I'm stuffing the safe cause this is too much for the bank
In three months I touched thirty k
Spent it in different states, hit hoes off my Instagram page
All they want is dick and some change
I give it away, still getting paid
Can't f*ck it off quicker than it get made
Since life give me lemons I slang lemonade
Got me so in my bag that my zipper just break
We got them glock's on stage
Killa's outside with K's
I gave her dick, she was amazed
I won't drop a diss, we spinning for days
Used to be broke, but it was a phase
Play with my name I put racks on your face
Run down aint running no fades
I got more cash than a bank, Chase
No Josh, I stay wit a Drake
Big Slime, put him a plate
Kick door nigga where is ya safe
Do the wrong thing and you dying today
Ummmmmm
SKIRT We skate
I been that nigga, you late
Real rap no cap these niggas fake
We let smoke off for free like a giveaway
Then we slide out, put the stick away
Smash on the gas make a getaway
They asking questions bout shootings on that side of town
I say officer I never been that way
Back on the interstate, just put a brick in play
Slime, we do em the sticky way
I drip your bitch wanna go on a dinner date
Who gon touch me, you kidding me
Throw a flag on the play, penalty
We got them straps four deep in a four door
She ride this dick like a horse, Polo
Aint Finn beef for no promo
I gotta glock with a dick no homo
Bitch tryna kick it but this aint no dojo
Unless them bitches is Kilos of coco
I don't let none of em in lock the door hoe
Im whipping these shipments of bricks by the boatload
I got that nine, Romo
I just poured an eight, Ocho
I go everywhere you don't go
With that iron bout mine I'm gone blow
Fo times
We slang iron and we cut throat
Call up smoke with us, that's a no no
I pop big shit cause everywhere I go a got a big Fo O
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I am the wave
I make it rough in the water I hit it with bricks like I'm Craig
I'm whipping the yay
My partner cook it up harder but me I'm re-rocking the Caine
So this getting baked
I spread it out on a cookie sheet, had it dry before they came
Like give it a taste
White girl gon get they ass dancing, just like a luau like Deng
I'm stuffing the safe cause this is too much for the bank
In three months I touched thirty k
Spent it in different states, hit hoes off my Instagram page
All they want is dick and some change
I give it away, still getting paid
Can't f*ck it off quicker than it get made
Since life give me lemons I slang lemonade
Got me so in my bag that my zipper just break
We got them glock's on stage
Killa's outside with K's
I gave her dick, she was amazed
I won't drop a diss, we spinning for days
Used to be broke, but it was a phase
Play with my name I put racks on your face
Run down aint running no fades
I got more cash than a bank, Chase
No Josh, I stay wit a Drake
Big Slime, put him a plate
Kick door nigga where is ya safe
Do the wrong thing and you dying today
Ummmmmm
SKIRT We skate
I been that nigga, you late
Real rap no cap these niggas fake
We let smoke off for free like a giveaway
Then we slide out, put the stick away
Smash on the gas make a getaway
They asking questions bout shootings on that side of town
I say officer I never been that way
Back on the interstate, just put a brick in play
Slime, we do em the sticky way
I drip your bitch wanna go on a dinner date
Who gon touch me, you kidding me
Throw a flag on the play, penalty
We got them straps four deep in a four door
She ride this dick like a horse, Polo
Aint Finn beef for no promo
I gotta glock with a dick no homo
Bitch tryna kick it but this aint no dojo
Unless them bitches is Kilos of coco
I don't let none of em in lock the door hoe
Im whipping these shipments of bricks by the boatload
I got that nine, Romo
I just poured an eight, Ocho
I go everywhere you don't go
With that iron bout mine I'm gone blow
Fo times
We slang iron and we cut throat
Call up smoke with us, that's a no no
I pop big shit cause everywhere I go a got a big Fo O
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Writer: MATTHEW THOMAS OSTER
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