the wave - broke kaleb lyrics
the wave lyrics
ever since i’ve been in paris
i’ve been getting guap
this sh*t it be so funny
cuz these n*ggas
smoke alot
pound for pound
i keep it safe
but never with tha glock
bought me some designer
and some ck’s for the draws
and you can ask my b*tch i got this potence
and i feel like in the man
so call me potus
ay
you can come and check this sh*t
and post it
i’ve been on my ape sh*t
whole city smoking strains
n*gga say its breezy
in the spot
lambo hurricane
i was trappin hard
i took a break
and now im back again
give me 50´s and them 20´s
taking everything
druglords been paying more
man f*ck a label mane
im taking two fifty g’s
or we ain’t even talking manе
im in love with this cheese
i got two passports
im french
and you can comе
and check this sh*t
baguettes i got bread
grew up i was broke can’t blow no bag on a patek
might just go and get a chain or sum
just to flex up
on my ex
and i love trappin in this hoe
cuz i been couting bills
and i know
cops they on my tail
so get up
off my d*ck
cuz
i resell bricks
back to back
mght need a therapist
ay
trynna move around
but sh*t be hot
because you know sh*ts lit
like a chef in kitchen
serve my plate
and i still taste it
like bon apetit
in this hoe
because i live in france b*tch
you think you trappin hard
but you ain’t doing sh*t
glock it do go hard
i k!ll you and yo f*cking friends
you n*ggas better stop
you sellin do on my land
selling just like christmas
kids candy cane
me and my gorrillas
we step*in
every day
trappin and we livin
still glad that we ain’t dead
im trynna make big
and bring my baby to the states
but sh*t be kinda hard
because i still ain’t got no plan
who is he
rob his chain
k!lling him and him
fake gucci shades
on his head
now they missin him
his homie asking round
like f*ck it where he been ?
ay
f*ck n*gga what happen
you ain’t really trappin
selling back to back
midnight shopping
in a mansion
feel like batman
f*ck a team
cuz i been robbin
opps ain’t catch me yet
i did my work
i know they adresse
and i never loose
i stay on top
cuz im a big win
you ain’t trappin hard
unless you pull up with stance
money be longer
i put some vvs on her neck
and you can come
and check this sh*t
baguettes i get bread
grew up i was broke
can’t blow a bag
on a patek
might
just get a chain or sum
to flex up on my ex
and i love
trappin in this hoe
i been counting bills
Random Song Lyrics :
- sollerod fascists - coin locker kid lyrics
- bring it on - left (michigan band) lyrics
- huyền thoại mẹ - thu hiền lyrics
- hum can rock hum can roll - wesley willis lyrics
- old swag - family mob lyrics
- wish i'd known - blues pills lyrics
- get back (remix) [feat. shing02] - martin blu lyrics
- nirvana - pariah pete lyrics
- insects through concrete - valerie flor lyrics
- i am forgetting her face - sangri lyrics