Belladonna - Wavy B Side (feat. Kyle Corduroy & Alex Cook)
Oo-oo-oo, oo-ay(Okay-ay, we on the way-ay-ay)
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo
(Alright, OK, OK)
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
(What exactly were you looking for?)
Melodies, I got hella heat and they want a piece
Jealousy, oh well, c'est la vie, I mean honestly
Can I be without them tryna beef? I'm asking kindly
I'm a fiend, that's a guarantee–I mean, I get mean
Flow is clean, but it's more than neat, I'm cool like AFC
Totally out your entire league, so just don't try with me
Stunt on me, I've been in a mood for about a week
Heavenly, I do good deeds, but it's nothing sweet
We on lock, got the vision finna pop (Yeah)
I don't really wanna talk about it, but you know I really want it all (Got it made)
Oh yeah, oh no, alright
It's a blessing when I wake up, know that's right (Yeah, yeah)
I know that's right, yeah (Mm-hmm)
Steady hatin' ain't the wave, man (Nah)
Commas in my pocket, know I got it that's the game plan
Oh yeah, oh no, uh
Gotta stop it, need to stop it (Yeah)
(Shorty only with me for my profit)
And you know I'm poppin'
Got a lotta cheddar in my pocket, that's the wave
If I–If I like it then I gotta cop it–I don't play, man
Gainin' all these riches need the profit–that's the game plan
Amen, oh my
Gleamin' teeth is shinin', canines sorta blindin'
She said she into me, I guess she feel enlightened
I'm checkin' out shorty–that cake is mad enticin'
That look she givin' me–hard not to feel invited
Word on the block, yeah, I'm the new figure on top, yeah
All of this guap–I'm spreadin' out all of the props
To my family, to the whole world
To my enemies, even my old girl
Can't tell me how my brothers eatin' now
Got the caviar goin' 'round
Know we too swayzy, know my playas wavy
Ooo
Yeah, yeah
I got heat (Yuh)
She got that Golden Fleece (Yeah, yeah)
Doesn't rock a brand, yet her fashion's still a piece
She said she in school (Uh)
I'm a young bull
I think I'ma pull (Yeah, yeah)
I think I'ma be a fool (Yuh)
I'm tryna hit her up on Zoom
Cordo Belladonna, what's new?
F. Cook comin' in too
Get behind me, Satan give me room
Yeah, plates made of gold and the gold's passed around (Yeah, yeah)
Those inside my circle–I don't let 'em touch the ground, yeah (Yuh)
I'ma touch the sun, touch the sun with the sound
I'ma keep it going, keep it going 'til I'm crowned, yeah
Oh-oh, she just wanna give it all slow-oh (Uh)
Dancin' for her man it's a show-oh (Yeah)
Bacchus in my veins and my soul, yeah (Ay)
I'ma numb the pain let it go, yeah
And you know I'm poppin'
Got a lotta cheddar in my pocket–that's the wave, man
If I like it then I gotta cop it–I don't play, man
Gainin' all these riches need the profit
Written by:
Alex Cook, Carlo Teele, Damani Lewis, Kyle Aig-Imoukhuede
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