I'm So Wavy Lyrics - Game

N-gga pop tags, I pop the fo-five 

N-gga got swag, I got the Tech-9 

N-ggas got cash better run it 

Only dubs and hundreds, I dont do fifties, n-gga 

And I dont do 50-year-old Jiggas 

Off that boss black Lamborghini, interior soft crack 

Louis V golf hat, feelin like a Tiger 

I made something out of nothin like MacGuyver 

Started from an eighth, flipped it to a key 

I got em like ay, trappin like Gucci 

Plus I get more green than blue cheese 

And I keep a red bandana in my blue jeans 

So, n-gga calm your nerves, with all that absurd 

Far from the curb bullshit-slash-spoken word 

You nerd 

Im from the same city as Venus and Serena 

So dont get served 

Im so wavy, homie no yacht 

Aint no Big Pimpin on my block 

But Im an underground king, peace to Pimp C 

Catch me ridin through the hood, 20-10 Bentley 

yeah You got cheese and I kill rats 

Translation, I still trap 

Now do something with that 

Or respond to this 

And with them big ass lips 

You got my name in your mouth 

I hope it tastes like thisahhh 

No homo, one more timeahhh 

Thats your promo 

And I been hard to the core since I went solo 

Only man on my horse like my all-black Polo 

And where Im bout to go is usually a no-no 

But Im loco, got the camel in a chokehold 

Tryna son me, Im not from NYC 

You cant even have a child by your Destiny 

And I aint mean to that a shot at Bey 

Im blacked out like you did Free 

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Cause Im so wavy 

Too hardcore to be a Jay-Z 

Rock more red than Weezy Baby 

Please say the Baby 

I been around for years, so b-tch, dont Drake me 

And this is not a diss 

Cause I was just out in LA with Drake, b*tch 

And no disrespect to G and Hip-Hop 

But n*gga Im a G and Im doing this for hip-hop 

And thats Yes brother, and Ye my n-gga so 

Ima give him some advice, Get rid of Amber Rose! 

Ima tell you how she get down 

I was at Diddys after party, sippin Cris 

She was whisperin to Chris Brown 

I seen Chris turn his head like No! 

Then Gold Digger came on, I pointed like, Hoe! 

But this aint bout her, this about Hov 

Ima chop down the Roc and take it to the stove 

I apologize to Bey, cause this about Hov 

Ima chop down the Roc and take it to the stove 

Photos 

D.O.A.? No! 

T-Pain stays, old n-gga goes 

Im so wavy 

Too hardcore to be a Jay-Z 

All in your ear just like Dre beats 

The ni-ga the cut yay couldnt fade me 

You took a shot and the sh-t grazed me 

I wet up your block just like the Navy 

Put a label on the sh*t and write Play Me 

DJs go in, DJs go in 

Funk Flex, you my n-gga. Clue, what up? DJ Enuff. 

I know yall cant play this sh-t. Its too wavy. And Jay your boy, its all good though, yall still my n-gga. DJ Drama, Kay Slay, lock in. 

I mean, this sh-t so hot DJ Whoooooo Kid might spin this sh-t at 50s birthday party. DJ Skee! Khaled know we the best! Yo, Don Cannon, Cannon! I know yall n-ggas locked in. DJ Chris Styles! Young Legend, Nu Jerzey Devil. DJ Felli Fel! Ed Deluxe, D Man, ride this sh-t straight through Big Boy Neighborhood! Kid Capri, tell Hovi Hov leave that young n-gga alone! I mean, DJ Red Alert, what up OG? Red Album coming soon. 

I see you downloadin my swag, camelface. Blueprint 3 gon sell more cigarettes than it do records, n-gga. Now I know why the taxes went up on tobacco, motherf-cker. Heard bout your little fight backstage with Kanye, too. I got a million dollars say Kanye knocked that n-gga the f-ck out. Just tryna make good music, is all he tryna do. Sh-t, choo f-ckin with Ye for? D.O.A. n-gga? Please. I love 808s and Heartbreaks, Love Lockdown, my sh-t. 

Tell the world why Chris Brown wasnt at the BET Awards. This n-gga told BET if they let Chris Breezy, him and Beyonce stayin at home, ol bitter ass n-gga. 

N-gga, Dame, man, thats your man. You and Dame was mans and em. You and Dame used to be tighter than giraffe p-ssy and sh-t. You know your man having financial problems and sh-t. You number one on the Forbes list, n-gga, you make 35 million and sh-t. Give a n-gga a milli or sumthing. Id give it to him myself, but sh-t, I was only #13, n-gga, on the list, way down there with Jeezy and sh-t, earned 7 million this year so far. But Im on tour, n-gga, Lamborghini Tour, live from Switzerland, I gets it in. Sh-t, I could use 28 more million. But I wouldnt trade shots with you on the motherf-ckin list for that nose and them lips, n-gga. My n-gga Jay. 

And last but not least, peace to M.I.A., cause the Roc bout to be MIA. No one on the corner got a swagger like you, cause no one on the f*ckin corner is 42. 

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