WAXXX lyrics

by

Ibn Inglor


Verse 1
You a king boi, you love black queens Boi, rock a lot of gold
That you couldn't afford, diamonds all in that seem whore
Momma living Life Of A Savage, she don't support the cause of my love
Told me get a job but I never f*cking did, so I got kicked out
Im a bummy f*cking kid living on the curb with my girl, sh*t
She left me too, b*tch Gone When I blow she be all on my di*k
Like lets be friends ho, leave me alone my seeds was in you
They magically gone my kids could of seen what I'm actually on
Fame could've been they lane, insane
They game would have been so got damn cold
Got kicked out of school cause, i don't associate with them lames
But I gotta free Mac with pro tools n*gga
Tell me what you get from yo school n*gga
A piece of paper that burn easy
This story cold But it's so heat full
Got a lot of pain you don't see through
Got my own lane and it's so peaceful, boi
Don't test my clique I explode so hard I express my sh*t
Ship day-2 so express my sh*t, entendres hide go check my sh*t
Klepto n*ggas don't touch nothing, Yo times running out on that clock Boi
Rewind it back and watch yo time relapse watch me end on top Boi

Hook
These n*ggas Ain't Cold, These n*ggas Ain't Lords Either
I Bang Waxx On my Soul, Bang Waxx on my Soul
These n*ggas Ain't Cold, These n*ggas Ain't Lords Either
I Bang Waxx On my Soul, Bang Waxx on my Soul x2

Verse 2
Pains Dancing, Emotions different, love is feeling so, oh so wicked
Heartbreaks in my home, yup. 808s that I blown got, Yay moving
Caine shooting, bricks smoked and my brother locked
For 18 months he a f*cking Rot, And 18 years of that trouble Boi
18 years, 18 years, she got a n*gga for 18 years
He got 4 kids 1 can't be his that workout plan, ain't workout sh*t
WORK, WORK, we got that work, forever b*tch
Young n*ggas run sh*t, evident
With evidence ill forever win, yeah bet I did, bet I kill, b*tch bet i sin
Calm it down for the residents, Township n*ggas won't ever win
Them suburb n*ggas know better than, to claim a city they ain't never in
I devil sin in this odd life, jah right, god, or Allah core
War with the rah, strike AHHHHHHHHHH
Slow me down on my roll, things have changed in my life
Chasing those dreams that came through my night, can't fold, can't fold
Or anger my rights, I bare arms on sight Boi, oh god oh god
That's right Boi, Been Trill Abloh Boi, You been ill no suh, BOI

Hook

Bridge
Not sh*t, Not sh*t, AHH sh*t, HMM
My sh*t, My sh*t, My, MINE
Ain't Lords, Ain't Lords AHH

Hook

Verse 3
Let me spit it to the point like, b*tches already know I won't lie
sh*t, I got reputation to live, Got to give it to the n*ggas disrespecting the kid
Like I ain't god weapons and sh*t, and you ain't no I'm better then this
Gawd Living, Y'all n*ggas Fraud n*ggas, AH
Y'all n*ggas not with with it, naw, Let me jump the gun, let me quick
Finish and sh*t cause I ain't mimicking sh*t, so I don't fold for none
So let the air clear n*gga, Hear that fresh lil n*gga
South side ride to the death I, Ride to the west
Coyote my set, wild running, y'all fronting
n*ggas kill the vibe, y'all knowing I'm coming

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