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Water (Drowning Pt. 2) [feat. Kodak Black] - A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie/Kodak Black
Lyrics by：Artist Dubose/Bill K. Kapri/Jocelyn “Jozzy” Donald/Patrick James Bodi/Shaun Thomas
Ride my wave
Might drown in it
My wave
Might drown
Mm-mm
Baby
Look
Woo
You won't ever need no water
You think I was playin' when I said I'm really ballin'
I need two or three
Just you and me
That might get borin'
I don't **** with h*es that make up stories
Not Sephora
When she with me she know she don't ever need no water
Cheat on me
I'ma **** your best friend
Just don't get me started
I threw like a hundred thousand every month at Starlet's
Just don't tell my baby mama nothin'
From the Bronx
I got it tatted
My n***a
I don't do no G-Wagen unless I'm with the gang
Leo
The stragglers with us
We was really pushin' Ps and crackin' cards
But I couldn't say that in songs
They gon' try to make a case out of what I say
No matter if it was true or false
All of my n***as got baptized to the streets
Catch a body and talk to God
My role model brought my head up at thirteen
50 Cent taught me how to rob
And then my mom moved me to florida to finish high school
And that's when I caught the charge
Bought a double R
Treated it like a Mercedes
Girl
I swear to God
And I'm from New York
You can call me baby
Baby like I'm Biggie Smalls
The way you be
The way you be sayin' my name
Yeah
I'm wavy
You throwin' it back
Different angles
And I used to be rockin' the same clothes
Thinkin' it was okay 'cause it's Balmain
Oh
Birkins and Tiffanys for my main ho
Did it all
I retired to Palm Angels
Mm
All the water like a sea
I came in with A Boogie and PnB
Thuggin'
I never went to BET
But I came a long way
I won in the streets
I'm ballin'
I don't give a **** what time it is
*****
I'm goin' back to sleep
Ayy
I'm bouncin'
I can call up all your steppers to knock you right off of your feet
My money ran deep
Rain hit my wrist
Water turn to ice
You know I'm cheatin'
Even when I'm wrong
I'm always right
I go to New York for the jewelry
I go to North Miami for the Perky
I put the remix on the verse
Nuttin' in three ******* on purpose
You heard me
Richard Mille cost a half a ounce
In a hotel tryna bust a scamp
Paid three Bs for this ******* deal
Made three hundred racks
No question
I was only tryna make it for my fam
Had to make a sale
It wasn't no twists
I went on robberies to get designer jeans so I'm stylin' free
N***a
Funk flex
Uh-huh