Kilo Keemzo - Wavey lyrics

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Kilo Keemzo - Wavey lyrics

(Hook) Turnt up with my bros And I'm feeling wavey Man talking like they my darrgs But I ain't seen em lately Man, I'm feeling wavey P.R.O.B, it's been the same team None of these hoes gonna change me Cos I'm steady on the grind gotta let them know (Verse 1) Man's turnt up Meds-dem get burnt up They talking that bait talk But their name I never heard of I'm tryna swerve off, Swerve off in that Benz Man's learning off of the ends How man Skrrr of from the feds But F That, I'm on a party vibe Came in, all my dargz are hype Make noise, we ain't hard to find And we blaze joints, just to pa** the time But it's money over everything Fam, I like to get it in Make Dough, Break bread Bring the Breddahs in Man's talking that talk I ain't letting him f** chilling on walls, I'm on better things Man move far with the force Call it force, call it the medicine No concern for the law Burn in the jaw Call it the medicine Man want beef, don't app me Please don't tweet, don't snap me Coz I'm really on my grind With my bros at my side Coz I really got spots, no acne Searching for these thots no breeds Made it, make space for my family Face looking Peng, No Backy Got mates in the end, they'll back me Got mates in the pen Don Akhi Turnt in a lot doe actually (Hook) Turnt up with my bros And I'm feeling wavey Man talking like they my darrgs But I ain't seen em lately Man, I'm feeling wavey P.R.O.B, it's been the same team None of these hoes gonna change me Cos I'm steady on the grind gotta let them know (Verse 2) I'm a problem, there's no soulution Team strong, there's no recruitments Beefs long, but it's so confusing If the beefs on, there's no Computers Don't hype on the net I rhyme for respect Love no ho I ain't wifin' a sket Saying that your mashup But your lying in your bed Looking mad Bummy, when your live in the flesh Being broke was a myth Had to get dough Never had money just to get shown f**ing with the porridge, tryna get oats Said I'm f**ing with the porridge tryna get oats Raps on Fire like an arsonist Mandem Talking bout' barking sticks Never held a gun in their palm or fist While I'm at it, scrap the riz' and burn Roll it up, make a spliff and turn Broke n***as, they'll nick a purse Coz there's no limit for a likkle herb cuz f** a German Whip Peddle bike serve and you turn and flip When you both did a crime And you turn and snitch (Outro) Turnt up with my bros And I'm feeling wavey Man talking like they my darrgs But I ain't seen em lately Man, I'm feeling wavey P.R.O.B, it's been the same team None of these hoes gonna change me Cos I'm steady on the grind gotta let them know