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grubby pawz & borirock - wave affair lyrics

[intro: al.divino]
(doot_doot_doot_doot_doot_doot_doot_doot_doot)
it’s like that, boy (you heard?), ayo (it’s real spooky, man)
ayo

[verse 1: al.divino]
spirits, apparitions, mirages (woof)
trap out the bando, catch a kid
can’t call it like my phone off, doggie, flawless (brrt)
victory regardless (regardless)
two months of your rent for these garments (chi_ching!)
you ain’t got no plugs like you amish (aha)
we really already on if being honest (sh_t real, man)
too much runtz spilled on the rug
need professional sh_ts to clean the carpets (brra)
make that call, gon’ leave a carcass (bing_bing_bing!)
swipin’ like it’s no tomorrow, up in neiman marcus
st_rdy bendigo, we needs the piece and log_in (that’s all we need!)
youngins still in the streets leapfroggin’ (huh?)
you just a target, my number way above the market price, promise (promise)
ronald mcdonald re_rock, custies still smokin’ like sonorous (still)
f_ck the repercussions, we live lawless (you hear me?)
split lids if we on it, like, “why’s winter?”
but the block feel like the middle of august (bing_bing! bing!)
tapped in, you just middlemannin’ product (aha)
chuck it like peyton manning in my apartment
(hah, look, boom!)
shooter doin’ football numbers, fiendin’ for a party
[verse 2: shaykh hanif & estee nack]
let the coke air dry, done in ten minutes like it’s air fryed
fear no man, only fear god
i’m a dead child with a live round
you know i’m always on ten when the .9s out
the matte_black benz is lit, interior: catchers mitt
she broke her neck just to catch a glimpse
mashallah, got my troops in the street like it’s martial law
told ’em run it like marshall faulk
soya milk in my chex mix
wash dirty money with the clean, let the checks mix
it’s all lit, give or take a grand, same n_ggas take ya life
same ones that shake your hand
i’m used to steak food and hard beds
ten years straight, blame it on my hard head
it was all a blur, don’t push a n_gga on the verge (ayo)
mask and mossberg like we on a purge (schyeah!)

[verse 3: estee nack]
alkaline water, h20, clean bubbles
comin’ from out the bottle, philosopher, somethin’ like aristotle (i’m the god)
full throttle, man, we came for the money, son
i ain’t here to argue, we drippin’ armani, not aéropostale (fly)
only five percenters gon’ hear the gospel (aha)
hostile (boom), everywhere that we steppin’, presence is near colossal (woah)
you ain’t been outside in a long time, n_gga
you’s like a buried fossil, the chance of you dyin’ very possible (f_ckin’ k!ll you)
draw a line, it’s not crossable
keep the .9, that’s the block obstacles
you can keep the powder, but it’s not chopable (sh_t is bleak)
stop, drop, and roll, sh_t is fire
kid is remarkable, the reason i’m walkin’, breathin’, livin’ with pockets full of dough (money!)
balenciaga boot stomp you through a foot of snow
got with domingo, then we was good to go (we great!)
i ain’t gave her no money, she got barranquilla bullets though (woah)
i be out in the buildings you n_ggas wouldn’t know (wee_wee)
[verse 4: thehiddencharacter & borirock]
summertime slidin’, the stick hidden, hittin’ wasabi
hip fire (brring), hitman for hire, wire, your sh_t shut (woah)
pull up in the trenches with the shotgun (skrrt), pistol_grip pump
who wanna rump? we get your mans slumped (brrt)
your b_tch lookin’ like she wanna s_x and hump, yo (d_mn)
face_popper with the glock, straight drop (brrt)
hurricane wrist, wanna hit the pot (whip!)
bullgod gettin’ loose, drop a deuce up in the red rock (woah)
rockin’ with k!llers, slippin’ get your head popped, bend blocks (ching)
jumpin’ out the sunroof, red dot (brrt)
lightin’ up the spliff for split
ain’t sh_t to get a fed knocked, come here, see, get this bread clocked (buh)
twist a b_tch mind like a leglock (for sure)
b_tter_tan leather seats in the van (skrrt)
[?] i’m gone like a jet (gone)
down to die for my respect (yeah)
masked up, hoodied down, and need more tecs
swing the mac, we make a mess, yo (brrt)
to test b_tches, hoes, bums, foes like geronimos
skirts gettin’ murked on arrival (uh, yeah), son of sam with the gat on a rival

[verse 5: borirock]
i want that fishscale and that dope on the raw (i need those)
stay noddin’ on the clock, now he don’t got a job (they got no)
we some dope boys, b_tch, we don’t gotta rob (need to hustle)
my b_tch ass so fat, she don’t got a opt (she got it, shorty)
laser on the glock, this sh_t glow in the dark (rrt)
if them kids in the playground, i’ma blow at the park (rrt, rra)
i’ma swag every bar (rock ‘n’ roll), i don’t got a thing (yay)
i rock, but i live (that’s it), bad b_tches dance with me, i’ma have to be rich
it is what it is (on dogz)
i feel like the sh_t (it’s me), you trickin’ on chicks that just hop on my d_ck (bozo!)
i don’t gotta buy that purse like you
if you f_ckin’ with them kids, take it personal (rra)
kickin’ off_white, but not how virgil do
shoot ’em on sight, then laughin’ about the news, on dogz (rrt)
[outro: borirock]
boom, boom, rra, wavy bullet, n_gga
on dogz, yo grubby

- grubby pawz borirock

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