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Wavy Video (MV)




Performed By: Tua T.
Language: English
Length: 3:36
Written by: Robert Stewart




Tua T. - Wavy Lyrics




I don't know what to sing
Let's try it

Let's try it
I'm wylin', on an island
Pacific Ocean, I'm floatin
And smokin', gas blowin
Straight piped it, pipe it up bitch
We goin', hands for whoever
Wants smoke man, like a fire
Get higher, get faster
Go harder, like it's hard earned
Show them whatchu do, show them that's ya boo
Don't let 'em do none, don't let 'em say none
Just press that button, big red button
You'll find it somewhere, in your head, somewhere in your heart
Somewhere in your soul
Somewhere in your soul

Lately I've been losing control
So mad I might come through with the pole
Swervin' lane to lane, so lost I don't even know
I have no idea, where I'm supposed to go
Late nights on the road
Like bars, bars, bars, not a foeigna but it's a muscle car
GT Challenger, I be whippin' so hard, burnout leavin' tire marks
It's that sauce, it's that swag, goin' off, ain't no thang
I be in my bag

Tryna count up riches but all I have is rags
I'm just left on the floor ain't no thang
You know, I can get this on my own
Started on the floor, yea we still here for now but we goin' up

Losin' they brain
Money make you go insane
Money make you go for the wrong team
You know what it do, to you
Money make a man a fool
Money make anybody go
Try to rule and you will lose
People on the loose now, ouu, you knew
You wouldn't be doin' this too
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I don't know what to sing
Let's try it

Let's try it
I'm wylin', on an island
Pacific Ocean, I'm floatin
And smokin', gas blowin
Straight piped it, pipe it up bitch
We goin', hands for whoever
Wants smoke man, like a fire
Get higher, get faster
Go harder, like it's hard earned
Show them whatchu do, show them that's ya boo
Don't let 'em do none, don't let 'em say none
Just press that button, big red button
You'll find it somewhere, in your head, somewhere in your heart
Somewhere in your soul
Somewhere in your soul

Lately I've been losing control
So mad I might come through with the pole
Swervin' lane to lane, so lost I don't even know
I have no idea, where I'm supposed to go
Late nights on the road
Like bars, bars, bars, not a foeigna but it's a muscle car
GT Challenger, I be whippin' so hard, burnout leavin' tire marks
It's that sauce, it's that swag, goin' off, ain't no thang
I be in my bag

Tryna count up riches but all I have is rags
I'm just left on the floor ain't no thang
You know, I can get this on my own
Started on the floor, yea we still here for now but we goin' up

Losin' they brain
Money make you go insane
Money make you go for the wrong team
You know what it do, to you
Money make a man a fool
Money make anybody go
Try to rule and you will lose
People on the loose now, ouu, you knew
You wouldn't be doin' this too
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Writer: Robert Stewart
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