Lyrics Good Life - Reginald Wavy

Whoa
Yeah
I can take you to the good life
I can take you to the hood life
Show you how to pick a good wife
I can take you to the good life

Smashing
In this foreign bumpin my music wit a passion
Let's get it crackin
We rollin up the opps give a fuck about a ration
I'm really stepping
I put the paws on him and he said I had a weapon
Stay protected
Don't be rollin in the city with that brand new diamond necklace

I'm just giving out game please grab the notepad
Gotta move right
You don't wanna have that toe tag
On that big toe
5'10 but I'm in a 64
Niggas beefin over bitches told em let that shit go
We know life too short temporary
When we get married told her 45th of February
Im just movin how I move
Niggas hating on my groove
Mr Wavy got game Mr Wavy hella smooth

I can take you to the good life
I can take you to the hood life
Show you how to pick a good wife
I can take you to the good life

I'm really him
They say I'm goaltending I just go above the rim
Out in Europe with Jerome rocking tims
2 bad bitches with me
One thick one slim

I don't be clubbin
In the stu makin hits
Feelin cozy and I love it
Break bread with us if you really do believe
Had a tank top on and had a trick up his sleeve
Mr. Wavy back in effect
Had to take a little break from the nonsense
Them boys need to learn respect
Seen the private jets
Norway strips
Travel round the globe
And the man still ain't switch
Oh my goodness
He went out sad and not the p way
Sneaky nigga talking to the plug on a 3 way
Wavy boy ain't no bummy habits in my dna
West coast bako burn exotic on the freeway
Gone

I can take you to the good life
I can take you to the hood life
Show you how to pick a good wife
I can take you to the good life