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letra de cape fear big wave contest - huskii

[intro: [?]]
i’m wavy, wavy, wavy, wavy
schapelle corby with my boogie board bag
i stuffed it loud inside and made ya all mad

[verse 1: [?]]
i’m still out surfin’ couches, girl say she want me home
but i gotta stay here and serve these ounces, flight mode, can’t call my phone
kelly slater, i shoot through barrels, why do my ex-girls all go pro?
i don’t know if it’s me or them, but it’s probably from all this snow
i don’t like these risky moves, but if opportunity arises
if i see the opps, i’m gonna rise it, dump it, burn the hottie in a side ditch
i ain’t lookin’ for a side b-tch, wifey carryin’ the icepick
jacks hittin’ me with waves, i’m so f-ckin’ sick of livin’ like this
[verse 2: [?]]
i’m–i’m losin’ my mind all day ’cause i got these schemes but i still keep dreamin’ (what?)
through that, burned ’em away, had to do that jasper, the cat’s still fiendin’ (shh)
you was in the trap with the grams, i was in the bag, no fightin’ demons
got long [?] for different seasons, different friends for different reasons (rip)
i tried to get them p’s in check, god’s close, make sure it’s leaving (where is he?)
bad b-tch want s-m-n, give her the d ’til i hear her screamin’ (f-ck that)
don’t let my g’s in, everything taken, liam neeson
known as a beast that’s out in the west, but this bud still come from the eastern (states)
did i hurt your feelings? don’t show love so they think we’re beefin’ (ayy)
i’m just wanting a sesh, why does this girl wanna still keep teasin’? (yo, what’s up?)
can’t cope with the stress, had to run away but i can’t keep leavin’
i don’t even know what i’m really seekin’, goin’ in style like morgan freeman

[refrain: [?]]
yeah, schapelle corby with my boogie board bag
i stuffed it loud inside and made ya all mad
schapelle corby with my boogie board bag
schapelle corby with my boogie board

[verse 3: ides]
got all these unknown plates in my phone, my bro, i stay paranoid
that spare tyre in the boot not just a alloy
boy dishin’ out more drinks than a frat boy, boy
if it’s come from overseas, probably packed up inside some toys
couple [?] in [?]
id too drippy, come more like the [?] boy
got colombiana wipin’ me down in the shower
before, i was stressed and annoyed
’cause sh-ll was in my chest
no love less, so leave you in debt
only sell a hearts if they pressed
pitch a white ball like new york mets
red or blue lines, i hit the legs
in brooklyn, they know me, bro, i’m best
pump-pump, no o’s, no more lesses
two-hundred k or more (or more)
duct tape ’round my wrist, ’round these gloves, no dna on floor
like, what they take me for? id, baby, go way on tour
on thanksgivin’, got jay screamin’ my name is what they thankful for
[bridge: [?]]
i’m wavy, wavy, wavy, wavy
i’m wavy, wavy, wavy, wavy

[verse 4: [?]]
still kickin’ it with my demons, i made them all my besties
k!lled you from the cut, nowadays they flip the f like fendi (fendi)
shotgun in that rex, she saw the cd, turned the esky
scattered off in that sti, that sh-t just sounded festy (ugh)
one eye over my shoulder, got big brother inside of my celly
had some dope inside of my mouth, my mate had base inside of his belly (belly)
all of my og’s bored of cracks like kobe off the helipad
i’m mashin’ brods and i be wavy, lad

[refrain: [?]]
yeah, schapelle corby with my boogie board bag
i stuffed it loud inside and made ya all mad
schapelle corby with my boogie board bag
schapelle corby with my boogie board

- huskii

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