Wavy tank - Slayer Lyrics
Wavy tank - Slayer Lyrics
What, what?
Yeah, uh,
Yeah I hop on a bitch and I slay, damn
I hop on this bitch and I slay like I'm Santa
40 on me every day, every day I be pourin' a fanta
I don't give a f*ck who you with, I don't give a f*ck who you with, you get blamed up, uh
Damn, uh, yeah, I stay off the motherf*ckin' camera's, uh
Yeah, my life getting realer than real
Yeah, yeah, I stay with the stick like the steelers
Yeah, yeah, I run up the bread like a pilgrim, yeah
I hop on a track and spit flames, yeah
I went to Ruth Chris and bought me a high-ass steak, damn
Yeah, feel like my birthday, every day I get the cake
Yeah, feel like my birthday, every day I get the cake, okay
Wake up tomorrow, get paid, okay
Brand new bitch that I'm laid with
Only whip foreigns like Canes whips, okay
This pain gotta fade away
I'ma smoke a blunt today
Get so high that I'm in space
I'm up all night gettin' geek, feelin' like a zombie
I'm sippin', smokin', rollin' I'm floatin' away
Gotta go and get me a bando, jet lagg need it every day
And I can go and f*ck your bitch like any other day
F*ck what you say, I'm just tryna go stack me a pile of the pain
Come get situated, what's the situation?
I'm buildin' money like I'm Mason, yeah
Yeah I hop on a bitch and I slay, damn
I hop on this bitch and I slay like I'm Santa
40 on me every day, every day I be pourin' a fanta
I don't give a f*ck who you with, I don't give a f*ck who you with, you get blamed up, uh
Damn, uh, yeah, I stay off the motherf*ckin' camera's, uh
Yeah, my life getting realer than real
Yeah, yeah, I stay with the stick like the steelers
Yeah, yeah, I run up the bread like a pilgrim, yeah
I hop on a track and spit flames, yeah
I went to Ruth Chris and bought me a high-ass steak, damn
Yeah, feel like my birthday, every day I get the cake
Yeah feel like my birthday, every day I get the cake, okay
Wake up tomorrow, get paid, okay
Brand new bitch that I'm laid with
Only whip foreigns like Canes whips, okay
This pain gotta fade away
I'ma smoke a blunt today
Get so high that I'm in space
I'm up all night gettin' geek, feelin' like a zombie
I'm sippin', smokin', rollin' I'm floatin' away
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What, what?
Yeah, uh,
Yeah I hop on a bitch and I slay, damn
I hop on this bitch and I slay like I'm Santa
40 on me every day, every day I be pourin' a fanta
I don't give a f*ck who you with, I don't give a f*ck who you with, you get blamed up, uh
Damn, uh, yeah, I stay off the motherf*ckin' camera's, uh
Yeah, my life getting realer than real
Yeah, yeah, I stay with the stick like the steelers
Yeah, yeah, I run up the bread like a pilgrim, yeah
I hop on a track and spit flames, yeah
I went to Ruth Chris and bought me a high-ass steak, damn
Yeah, feel like my birthday, every day I get the cake
Yeah, feel like my birthday, every day I get the cake, okay
Wake up tomorrow, get paid, okay
Brand new bitch that I'm laid with
Only whip foreigns like Canes whips, okay
This pain gotta fade away
I'ma smoke a blunt today
Get so high that I'm in space
I'm up all night gettin' geek, feelin' like a zombie
I'm sippin', smokin', rollin' I'm floatin' away
Gotta go and get me a bando, jet lagg need it every day
And I can go and f*ck your bitch like any other day
F*ck what you say, I'm just tryna go stack me a pile of the pain
Come get situated, what's the situation?
I'm buildin' money like I'm Mason, yeah
Yeah I hop on a bitch and I slay, damn
I hop on this bitch and I slay like I'm Santa
40 on me every day, every day I be pourin' a fanta
I don't give a f*ck who you with, I don't give a f*ck who you with, you get blamed up, uh
Damn, uh, yeah, I stay off the motherf*ckin' camera's, uh
Yeah, my life getting realer than real
Yeah, yeah, I stay with the stick like the steelers
Yeah, yeah, I run up the bread like a pilgrim, yeah
I hop on a track and spit flames, yeah
I went to Ruth Chris and bought me a high-ass steak, damn
Yeah, feel like my birthday, every day I get the cake
Yeah feel like my birthday, every day I get the cake, okay
Wake up tomorrow, get paid, okay
Brand new bitch that I'm laid with
Only whip foreigns like Canes whips, okay
This pain gotta fade away
I'ma smoke a blunt today
Get so high that I'm in space
I'm up all night gettin' geek, feelin' like a zombie
I'm sippin', smokin', rollin' I'm floatin' away
Yeah, uh,
Yeah I hop on a bitch and I slay, damn
I hop on this bitch and I slay like I'm Santa
40 on me every day, every day I be pourin' a fanta
I don't give a f*ck who you with, I don't give a f*ck who you with, you get blamed up, uh
Damn, uh, yeah, I stay off the motherf*ckin' camera's, uh
Yeah, my life getting realer than real
Yeah, yeah, I stay with the stick like the steelers
Yeah, yeah, I run up the bread like a pilgrim, yeah
I hop on a track and spit flames, yeah
I went to Ruth Chris and bought me a high-ass steak, damn
Yeah, feel like my birthday, every day I get the cake
Yeah, feel like my birthday, every day I get the cake, okay
Wake up tomorrow, get paid, okay
Brand new bitch that I'm laid with
Only whip foreigns like Canes whips, okay
This pain gotta fade away
I'ma smoke a blunt today
Get so high that I'm in space
I'm up all night gettin' geek, feelin' like a zombie
I'm sippin', smokin', rollin' I'm floatin' away
Gotta go and get me a bando, jet lagg need it every day
And I can go and f*ck your bitch like any other day
F*ck what you say, I'm just tryna go stack me a pile of the pain
Come get situated, what's the situation?
I'm buildin' money like I'm Mason, yeah
Yeah I hop on a bitch and I slay, damn
I hop on this bitch and I slay like I'm Santa
40 on me every day, every day I be pourin' a fanta
I don't give a f*ck who you with, I don't give a f*ck who you with, you get blamed up, uh
Damn, uh, yeah, I stay off the motherf*ckin' camera's, uh
Yeah, my life getting realer than real
Yeah, yeah, I stay with the stick like the steelers
Yeah, yeah, I run up the bread like a pilgrim, yeah
I hop on a track and spit flames, yeah
I went to Ruth Chris and bought me a high-ass steak, damn
Yeah, feel like my birthday, every day I get the cake
Yeah feel like my birthday, every day I get the cake, okay
Wake up tomorrow, get paid, okay
Brand new bitch that I'm laid with
Only whip foreigns like Canes whips, okay
This pain gotta fade away
I'ma smoke a blunt today
Get so high that I'm in space
I'm up all night gettin' geek, feelin' like a zombie
I'm sippin', smokin', rollin' I'm floatin' away
Writer: Wavy Tank, And Rys, Vertigo Villa
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid