david haze – waves lyrics
[verse 1: david haze]
momma she keep b-tching like this ain’t a f-cking trap house, raf simmons, ripped jeans and my crew is blacked out
bought that b-tch some bape, that hoe don’t know how to act now
baby i’m a player and your man he is a mascot, pull off in a foreign and i just copped me some jeremy scott
baby this supreme, i ain’t talking bout no pizza
b-tch i’m f-cking up, i might tax you for a feature
3 cell phones and these b-tches still can’t reach ya
cuz these lines right here they are only for the business
got this b-tch stretched out on my couch like she doing fitness
n-ggas steal my style boy they better run with it
i’m the ones that’s wavy and they say i’m h-lla lit
b-tch i’m in a jeep i’m just swerving with the doors off
do you need these pills cuz i’m tryna get these xans off
rolling with some k!llers they f-ck round and knock ya mans off
know that i be saucing and these hoes asking for more sauce
n-ggas think they got the juice but really they just juice less
dissappear my top boy she asking where the roof went
on some wavy sh-t i’m smoking joints inside of ruth’s crib
know that i be wavy baby end up on a cruise ship
shake and bake, i’m ricky bobby, i can’t f-cking lose
looking at my pants these balmain’s these ain’t no trues
she told me delete her number it wasn’t even saved
yea it took a minute then they finally caught the wave
outro: yea it took a minute but they finally caught the wave x4
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