Closer (feat. iWurdplay) - Rap So Wavy & CoolMoDolla

You don't play fair How could you be everything I dream about Won't you come here (Bring that a- over here) Let me kiss all the words out your mouth Lay down your burden Let's meet in person (Song says), let's get closer Let's get closer Closer than close Closer than close Let's get closer Let's get closer Closer than close Closer than close Well I heard about your ex, I swear that nigga's a broad We flexing on the gram and get this colon massaged No shirt up in the gym, all they doing is squats Then he preach on Sunday morning, boy start playing with God Ah, it's the young one kepper Right leg lifter, blue face tipper Scroll through her phone, I'm posed as a real nigga Got that Cuban link sitting right on the chinchilla What's up? On top, you can see what the mark be I'm SeanFresh, all up in the marquee So pardon me for handing biz like I'm supposed to Let me come over so we can get closer Let's get closer Closer than close Let's get closer Closer than close Closer than close

I'm watchin' it end Again and again I feel it in waves you follow me Drifting to places I should leave So close to the edge Of something so perfect We were too scared to take the leap I'm missing the way we used to be You let me go Left me in this mess I'm falling I'll never know Can't find a reason why We couldn't get any closer Can't find a reason why We couldn't get any closer Can't find a reason why We couldn't get any closer (We couldn't get any closer) I try to forget All the we had I'm rolling like water in the sea The memories crashing into me So close to the edge Of something so worth it You had the world right at your feet And "almost" is all we'll ever be (We couldn't get any closer) You let me go Left me in this mess I'm falling I'll never know Can't find a reason why We couldn't get any closer Can't find a reason why We couldn't get any closer Can't find a reason why We couldn't get any closer We couldn't get any closer We couldn't get any closer

Hollywood Fergie: It's ya boy (Yeah) Hollywood Fergie Dj Dyber, Biggavel' (Oww) It's a Gain Greene wave baby Let's go Dj Dyber: Fifty dollar tees, fifty dollar briefs Five hundred dollar jeans, thousand dollar sneaks And I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy The girls go crazy, yeah I can get you lipstick, hundred dollar lipstick Give me money kisses (That mack lipgloss) I'm so wavy (Ay) I'm so wavy, the girls go crazy 1 Max B: Light a couple up, get Bigga in the mood In love with the Grand Cru, I mix it in my food Nigga you, give dem bitches your all I hit 'em with the dick, and I don't even call I don't need 'em, more or less, bags filled up Watch Cops, cuz they comin' to kill us Real plush, all my niggaz sit clean Off that yola, Henny I never mix it with soda Cola, rocks like boulders, whoa Baby stressin' want me to hold her, no Me and Mose in the Rolls He's fresh off the Union, units we be movin' Crusin', spaceship, black seven fifty V-12, Oww, know you like my style, wavy Baby tried to play me, Biggavel' and Dyber Lil' niggaz better eat ya fiber Oww Bridge Dj Dyber: I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy The girls go crazy, ride the wave I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy I'm so wavy, ride the wave Girls go crazy Dj Dyber: Fifty dollar tees, fifty dollar briefs Five hundred dollar jeans, thousand dollar sneaks And I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy The girls go crazy, yeah I can get you lipstick, hundred dollar lipstick Give me money kisses I'm so wavy I'm so wavy, the girls go crazy 2 Dj Dyber: My Louis squares like New York City Squares You wear 'em my whole grand leaks on moms teddy bears You know I'm making moves, get your Jimmy Choos And Louis belts, different color browns, and Like the Cosby kids, or some mom and kids, I call 'em quote heads What ya gonna do, I guess I get my cake up Then I hit up Jacob, now I'm in Dumont, hey Wavy baby, the game try to pave me But they can't change me, they won't enslave me I'ma make moves, no matter of my surroundings I'ma stay cool, so fresh, so clean I'm a outcast, I'm sorry Ms. Jackson Stole your doll and made her Billie Jean What she gonna do in Gucci jeans Neck bling, wrist bling, ears all gleam Dj Dyber: Fifty dollar tees, fifty dollar briefs Five hundred dollar jeans, thousand dollar sneaks And I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy The girls go crazy, yeah I can get you lipstick, hundred dollar lipstick Give me money kisses I'm so wavy I'm so wavy, the girls go crazy