Luxe Wavy (HU) (Ft. Chris Villon & Orlando (HU))

[Chorus: Chris Villon]
I've told you many times, don't call me when it's late
Cause I've already made a few mistakes, yeah
Hard to feel this love, I'm tryna do what it takes
I’m pleased for trust at least they had some faith
Had some faith, but I have my own ways
You like it on the ground I prefer when I hit the space
You hit the exit, but I'm still lost in the maze, yeah
You took a bet, sorry, this is what you paid for

[Verse 1: Orlando]
I stay cool while you fidget, Blond Honda Civic
Smoking that cig until your stomach get acidic
What you do? Already did it, never mind, bro, just forget it
Your shoes, you don't fit it, rеally live it, you just bit it
These fishy ass, froggy ass dudеs, let 'em ribbit
Yeah bro, I get it, I don't care that you hit it
Can't look in my face, look away when I visit
Seven number digit printed on a golden ticket
I ain't no pretty boy, tall guy, millionaire multi
I used to know the names, now I forget, like I had Alzhei'
Your antourage is small fry
Little fake gangster selling weed up out your mom's garage
Your pack was that bonsai
People like to say they're one way
And actually be a whole different other way
Don't fall for it brother, stay yourself through the years
All these rappers fucking weird
Doesn't mean that he fell off just because he disappeared
I would too