Wavy Wallace - 90's Ave Lyrics

Yeah yeah
Uh Wave
And Syk
Don't come incorrect baby I don't do collect
Ain't no need to stress got some good ole bag of sess
Sessions with my ex got me feeling like a mess
Fuck it more or less I ain't worried bout the sex
I can't trust these funky hoes out here for the money
I hang with some monkeys but don't take me as a dummy
I never was bummy I was out here feeding tummies
Honey on my backwoods only rolling Stunnas
Thumbing thru the check these paper cuts from all the hunnids
Trap game is a steal you gotta take if you want it
Shooting with the stars you can't keep up with you comments
I'm just being honest, I am far from being modest
Let you kill yourself wait you can solve the problem
I'm prolly in follies
Paying someone college
Wavy so smooth all I'm missing is some polish
Back to the basics, Wavy on his Amish
Swag without the tag wave, you should get ya stylist
We have none in common, wait please excuse the commas
I need to touch some countries, I'm a one man island
Shout out to my shorty cuz her pussy low mileage wave
Don't come incorrect baby I don't do collect
Ain't no need to stress got some good ole bag of sess
Sessions with my ex got me feeling like a mess
Fuck it more or less I ain't worried bout the sex
I can't trust these funky hoes out here for the money
I hang with some monkeys but don't take me as a dummy
I never was bummy I was out here feeding tummies
Honey on my backwoods only rolling Stunnas
Aye when you pull up I might let my dog serve you
But if you ain't on time then you missed the curfew
I'm stacking bricks like O'Neal let the birds through
First come, first serve, I don't think they heard you
Don't touch my stash, you know what them boys would do to you
I'm in the lab, cooking up the pharmaceuticals
You see the swag, I know the shit is new to you
If you ain't saved in my phone, then shawty like who are you
Counting money, big faces who is who
Damn I must be losing you
Your is using You, damn she stay confusing you
If you add it up, then you could know the two and two
Nigga you's a dub, I keep a forty, let the shooters through
Don't come incorrect baby I don't do collect
Ain't no need to stress got some good ole bag of sess
Sessions with my ex got me feeling like a mess
Fuck it more or less I ain't worried bout the sex
I can't trust these funky hoes out here for the money
I hang with some monkeys but don't take me as a dummy
I never was bummy I was out here feeding tummies
Honey on my backwoods only rolling Stunnas

Yeah yeah
Uh Wave
And Syk
Don't come incorrect baby I don't do collect
Ain't no need to stress got some good ole bag of sess
Sessions with my ex got me feeling like a mess
Fuck it more or less I ain't worried bout the sex
I can't trust these funky hoes out here for the money
I hang with some monkeys but don't take me as a dummy
I never was bummy I was out here feeding tummies
Honey on my backwoods only rolling Stunnas
Thumbing thru the check these paper cuts from all the hunnids
Trap game is a steal you gotta take if you want it
Shooting with the stars you can't keep up with you comments
I'm just being honest, I am far from being modest
Let you kill yourself wait you can solve the problem
I'm prolly in follies
Paying someone college
Wavy so smooth all I'm missing is some polish
Back to the basics, Wavy on his Amish
Swag without the tag wave, you should get ya stylist
We have none in common, wait please excuse the commas
I need to touch some countries, I'm a one man island
Shout out to my shorty cuz her pussy low mileage wave
Don't come incorrect baby I don't do collect
Ain't no need to stress got some good ole bag of sess
Sessions with my ex got me feeling like a mess
Fuck it more or less I ain't worried bout the sex
I can't trust these funky hoes out here for the money
I hang with some monkeys but don't take me as a dummy
I never was bummy I was out here feeding tummies
Honey on my backwoods only rolling Stunnas
Aye when you pull up I might let my dog serve you
But if you ain't on time then you missed the curfew
I'm stacking bricks like O'Neal let the birds through
First come, first serve, I don't think they heard you
Don't touch my stash, you know what them boys would do to you
I'm in the lab, cooking up the pharmaceuticals
You see the swag, I know the shit is new to you
If you ain't saved in my phone, then shawty like who are you
Counting money, big faces who is who
Damn I must be losing you
Your is using You, damn she stay confusing you
If you add it up, then you could know the two and two
Nigga you's a dub, I keep a forty, let the shooters through
Don't come incorrect baby I don't do collect
Ain't no need to stress got some good ole bag of sess
Sessions with my ex got me feeling like a mess
Fuck it more or less I ain't worried bout the sex
I can't trust these funky hoes out here for the money
I hang with some monkeys but don't take me as a dummy
I never was bummy I was out here feeding tummies
Honey on my backwoods only rolling Stunnas