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still wavy - jay critch lyrics

[intro: max b]
sh*t

[verse 1: max b]
a grand slam, this a curveball
i put the wiki*wiki wax on my surfboard
i could bring the city back on my surfboard
i let you n*ggas piggyback on my surfboard
i left the people with a wave and they ain’t even know
i let ’em use the studio and they ain’t even blow
even booked some nightclubs to pay me for my flows (pay me)
i put the love, they ain’t even show
see, i knew that you was never mistreated in the past
i want the truth, beat it out your ass
d*mn, baby cheated in my stash
but it never really mattеred, she needed thе cash
it was just a couple dollars, three to four hundred
see, i ride my own waves, i need it, never want it
so what you say? complete it in the summer
n*ggas be jizz on my sneakers, keep ’em comin’
[chorus: max b]
cop the gt porsche, she drive it off the lot
i make a b*tch detour, my ride to the top
i hit the club, n*ggas hungry, then sit down, yeah
i want the top, solidified spot
only wavy*ass b*tch you can find me on
i can make this sh*t sound like an r&b song
i can make [?][1:13]
come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on

[verse 2: jay critch]
ayy (hey), young n*gga greedy for the cash (cash)
i’ll trade the buick for the benz and speed it right past (skrrt)
you know a n*gga always good where you seein’ me at (seein’ me at)
i never needed the attention, just needed these bags
i’m on the block movin’ the o’s, i needed these packs
that money turn n*ggas to hoes, i seen it in the past (seen it in the past)
and everything a n*gga know, i seen it on the ave
hood fav, came from bands in the mattress (hood fav)
we trapped in the cold with no jacket
took some losses, ain’t give passes
they talkin’, they use me for captions
they wish i’d fall, but we still live in action (still live in action)
my harlem b*tch stay tryna hold on a ratchet
double*r truck, countin’ up all the bright bills
and they never get it, so they don’t know how the light feel (they don’t know how the light feel)
my diamonds is shinin’ like my sh*t came with a light bill (came with a light bill)
said she got it done, but this sh*t feelin’ type real
these n*ggas not one hundred, these n*ggas is type real
tell all of them n*ggas get gone with the iffy sh*t (gone with the iffy sh*t)
one false move, shooter draw, he ain’t missin’ sh*t (draw, he ain’t missin’ sh*t)
lotta clean money, some dirty, what’s the difference? (some dirty, what’s the difference)
and i had my back to the wall, but i’m gettin’ it (but i’m gettin’ it)
money was talkin’, we the only ones listenin’
brodie bring that pack to your door, he deliver it
had to make it back through the storm in my timberlands (hey)
[chorus: max b]
cop the gt porsche, she drive it off the lot
i make a b*tch detour, my ride to the top
i hit the club, n*ggas hungry, then sit down, yeah
i want the top, solidified spot
only wavy*ass b*tch you can find me on
i can make this sh*t sound like an r&b song
i can make [?]
come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on

- jay critch lyrics

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