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[Intro: KEY!]
Wavy Wallace
Yeah, oh, yeah

[Verse 1: KEY!]
When you was talkin' low and probably cakin' on the phone
I got Gift of Gab gettin' cake up off the phone
They locked my partna up, they probably traced him on the phone, ay
Eatin' Cobra steak, and it makin' me sleep
I ain't learned hot to swim, I jumped in the deep end
Thousand dollar tab, have a wonderful evenin'
If I ever took a Xan, I proabbly turn to a demon
Way too geeked up, I let her drive the S5
Need me a visa, so I could finesse in London
She got ass by the abundance
I got her numbеr then burned it
Who's you? Ted Bundy, y'all niggas rеdundant
Bitch, I'm Big Work, and where the fuck is my money?

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