Wavey Songtext

I get money like a mobsta imposter
Yeah I'm mobbin'
So I called up Flores
Cause your girls done whorin'
I snatched her, now she's scrubin on my floor
And on her hands and knees
I call her cinderella
She [?]
If you talkin shit she put a hole in yo umbrella
Yeah, I run the fuckin bay
Smokin on the hay we do this everyday
Me & White girl MOB yeah we camera rob
Run up on your girl
Steal her juicy charms
I don't give a fuck man I'm always armed
Run up on my sistas & you really will be missin, YEAH
We'll put you in my trunk, the white girl trunk
The white wagon, man you don't want no funk, YEAH
And We slidin' to the east, ridin out back we real fuckin beast
Oh, I ain't seen you there You reppin that shit but I never seen you there
No, but I seen you at your show, actin like a square ass ho, no? No
I never seen you on set, man
You must be fakin oh
You can catch me on, 35th or 23rd goin crazy
From the dubs to the fake 80's
Man I'm goin' KREAYSHAWN
Cause I'm fuckin Kreayshawn
I'll run up in your house & kill your mom
And I'll kill your dog & I'll kill your little brother too
Man but I won't kill your cat
I'll put her in a bag & take her to my house
Put her on my couch
And Let my cat go at her
Cause my cat is a goon, yeah she's a goon comin to you real soon
Kitty got that choppa and she don't fuck with you
She'll put one in your head & lay you on in bed
Like Ow, my cat don't play
If you got a dog then my cat will spray, yeah
Cause she got that big thang, run up on her
And it's over... That shit is over
No more callin your dog rover
Cause no, my kitty put him in the ground
On all fours man he really layin down, oh
Yeah, I got that fuckin choppa, sittin in my pants
Oh my fuckin God, maybe I lied
I got that choppa sittin right here on my thigh
Oh, yeah I go crazy
I'm Kreayshawn babyyy