Lyrics to Waxxx
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You a king, boy, you love black queens, boy, 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 fucking did, so I got kicked out
I'm a bummy fucking kid living on the curb with my girl, shit
She left me too, bitch gone when I blow she be all on my dick
Like let's be friends, hoe, 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 got a free Mac with them pro tools, nigga
Tell me what you got from your school, nigga
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 lame and it's so peaceful, boy
Don't test my clique, I explode so hard, I express my shit
Ship day, too, so express my shit, entendres hide, go check my shit
Clepto niggas don't touch nothing, your time's running out on that clock, boy
Rewind it back and your time relapse, watch me end on top, boy

These niggas ain't cold, these niggas ain't lords, either
I bang wax on my soul, bang wax on my soul
These niggas ain't cold, these niggas ain't lords, either
I bang wax on my soul, bang wax on my soul
These niggas ain't cold, these niggas ain't lords, either
I bang wax on my soul, bang wax on my soul
These niggas ain't cold, these niggas ain't lords, either
I bang wax on my soul, bang wax on my soul

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 fucking rot and 18 years of that trouble, boy
18 years, 18 years, she got a nigga for 18 years
He got 4 kids, one can't be his, that workout plan ain't workout shit
Work, work, we got that work, forever bitch
Young niggas run shit, evident
With evidence I'll forever win, yeah bet I did, bet I kill, bitch bet I sin
Calm it down for the residents, township niggas won't ever win
Them suburb niggas 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
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 bear arms on sight, boy, oh god, oh god
That's right, boy, been trill Abloh boy, you been ill, no suh, boy

These niggas ain't cold, these niggas ain't lords, either
I bang wax on my soul, bang wax on my soul
These niggas ain't cold, these niggas ain't lords, either
I bang wax on my soul, bang wax on my soul
These niggas ain't cold, these niggas ain't lords, either
I bang wax on my soul, bang wax on my soul
These niggas ain't cold, these niggas ain't lords, either
I bang wax on my soul, bang wax on my soul

Not shit, not shit, shit
My shit, my shit, my, mine
Ain't lords, ain't lords

These niggas ain't cold, these niggas ain't lords, either
I bang wax on my soul, bang wax on my soul
These niggas ain't cold, these niggas ain't lords, either
I bang wax on my soul, bang wax on my soul

Let me spit it to the point like, bitches already know I won't lie
Shit, I got a reputation to live, got to give it to the niggas disrespecting the kid
Like I ain't got weapons and shit, and you ain't no I'm better than this
God living, y'all niggas fraud niggas
Y'all niggas not with it, no, let me jump the gun, let me quick
Finish and shit 'cause I ain't mimicking shit, so I don't fold for none
So let the air clear, nigga, hear that fresh lil' nigga
South side ride to the death I ride to the west
Coyote my set, wild running, y'all fronting
Niggas kill the vibe, y'all knowing I'm coming
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