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Aaron James Simpson - Wave Runner Freestyle Lyrics

[Verse]
I'm at the crib and I'm rollin' up piff, uh, yeah, ayy (Rollin' up piff)
No pre-rolls, only roll my own shit, yeah, woah, ayy (Gas)
I'm in the Midwest, still wit' my clique, yeah, woah, ayy
(Still wit' my clique, still wit' my clique)
Came out the creek, yeah, we came out the sticks
I'm flowin' sick, gon' get you some Vicks (Aw, yeah)
Retro 1s and they lookin' real nice
I'm Articuno with all of this ice
Chryse might drop like 3k in the Sprite (Aw, yeah)
I'm done with these labels, they wastin' my time (For real)
I'm eatin' salmon, a lil' brown rice (Ooh)
Rockin' Chanel, man, it's just somethin' light
I cannot fuck with these rappers, they trife
I just might surf on this beat all night, ayy, ayy, yeah
Surf on this beat like a wave, yeah
I'm just gon' count up a milli', I'm feeling like Wayne (Uh, yeah, ooh)
I just might take your favorite rapper outta the game, yuh (For real, for real)
Rooftop chillin', we sippin' a lil chardonnay, woah (Uh, yeah)
I came out the water, I'm splashin' (Splash, splash)
I'ma just stick with the plug (Yuh)
'Cause I know dispensaries taxin' (Taxin')
I'm eatin' Belgian waffles with a lil' fresh fruit (Fruit)
I don't sip lean, I sip pressed juice (Pressed juice)
I'm in the Rolls wit' the stars in the roof (Ayy)
Puke on the beat, yeah, I'm sick wit' the flu (I'm sick)
Yeah, I came wit' some bitches, you came with some dudes
Yeah, I like smoking weed, I like shopping for shoes
Uh, I met her one time and she sending me nudes, uh
Yeah, ice on me look like the St. Louis Blues (Ice)
Drown all my sweatpants, drown all my kicks, yeah, woah, ayy
(Drown, drown)
She call me baby 'cause I'm throwin' fits, woah, ayy (She call me baby)
Dom Perignon, yeah, it cost me a grip, ayy, woah, ayy
(It cost me a grip, lil' bitch)
Don't got a feature on one of my hits
Go get some money, don't cry 'bout a bitch
Y'all need some vitamins, y'all don't eat fish (For real)
Red, white paint, that's a peppermint Benz (Skrrt)
What's in your pocket? It's nothin' but lint
I don't like none of the beats that you send (Nah, nah)
Flew out of Tokyo, landed in France
Get it like me, it's just somethin' you can't
I'm livin' somethin' like Viva La Bam
24-inch rims on the TransAm (Woo)
I wake up, brush my teeth, and put on my jewelry (I put on my jewelry)
In the 1994 chromed-out E30, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
O-M-G, Oh my God (Oh my God)
These bitches like, "Vous le vous couchez avec moi," woah (Woah, yuh)
I wake up, brush my teeth, and put on my jewelry (I wake up)
In the 1994 chromed-out E30, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
O-M-G, Oh my God (Oh my God)
These bitches like, "Vous le vous couchez avec moi," woah, yeah