Chords for Lil Keed - Wavy [Official Video]

[Ab] _ _ Girl [Eb] on the beat, girl on the beat, girl on the beat, girl on the beat Woo!
[Ab] You can drip or get drown on me
Man, it's Draco
I just put a 50 round on it
Call the kids, Silencer
Damn, ain't no sound on it
Turn fade to a frown on it
Ho, whoa, I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the streets like hobos
I have the book and no coke, no
These niggas sweeter than high low
Can't have a Henzy, bean the bull
Turn the car down without me
Livin' the life that we chose Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I got off with a slut
She's on [Abm] Chanel belt
Hold that fin up
I'm so [Ab] king tight
I'm the real Prince Slime
I'm so hope you niggas can put it on
With these cool wigs
Shit, I just fucked a hoe
She couldn't take it
Now she blowin' on my phone
That hoe so crazy
XO, drip on me
Can't weaken, baby
I'm prestigious with this shit
I can't create it, I got canon
They keep leashes on they bitch
They know I sell a bitch for plenty
Rockin' Fear got a D
Yo, you can keep your belt
Everything good to your dick
She wanna go to her heels
Yeah, she a modeling bitch
Lean and bad as bottle
You thought we was the parlors and shit
I like the tools and feels
Just for a swallowing bitch
I need the all the bags
Cause I throw the most dollars, lil' [G] bitch
Real big [Ab] dog shit
Go get a collar, lil' bitch
Yeah, hey, hey
Scrammin' in that Lam' with a chop Oh, ay
Spend the back end with Ali, yeah
I said, okay
Yeah, we spend a block
And the Gucci bag's okay
Caught a Panamera for the ring, okay
You drip, fuck you drown on me
Mini-Drake, go
I just put a 50 round on it
Call the kid, Silencer
Damn, ain't no sound on it
Time for you to frown
Oh, whoa
I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the streets like hobos
I have them books and no coke, no
These niggas sweeter than high low
Can't have a handsy, bean the bull
Panty clad, they would duck me
Livin' the life they would choose Yeah, yeah
Y'all got up with a slut
She's a [Abm] Chanel belt, hold that [Gm] fin up
I'm so king [Ab] tight, I'm the real Prince Sly
I'm so hope you niggas can put it on
When it's cold weekend, yeah Hood, baby
I ain't fearin' no nigga
Watch who you trust, man
Cutty nigga, sticky fingers
Fuck that bitch, I never see a ring finger
She suck my dick to my toe, girl
I feel a real tingle
Money in this pocket, this pocket
Can't even walk, I'm a real penguin
Respect, I'm a little bad
Die by your ass, I fuck my own people
I'm fly as fuck, so I'm Thor
I ain't talkin' no eagles
Catch a horse, snatch it up
My mood, I'm Jeeper Creeper
Some of the flyest shit
I can't even look at people
Yeah, my bitch know I'm a hoe cheater
[Abm] Yeah, I ran this shit up
Just like a hoe cheater
[Ab] Big [C] shoes like on old [Ab] people
I ride with pole keepers
Yeah, what would you do
You want pens and needles
Shit, why hide a hood at when you get real mean
And you better keep them racks
So you ain't gonna see no people Around you
Get drunk or get drowned
Man, it's Draco
I just put a 50 round on it
Go to Kent, Silo, Sioux, down
Ain't no sound on it
Turn fade to a frown
Ho, ho, I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the streets like hobos
I have the book and the coke, no
These niggas sweeter than high, low
Can't have a Henny, bean the boo
Pay the car, damn, what that mean
Livin' the life that we chose
Yeah, I got up with a [Gm] slut
She's on [Ab] Chanel belt
Hold that fin up
King Tut, I'm the real Prince
Slyin' on some
Hope you niggas can put it on
When it's cold weekend _
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