Ibn Inglor - WAXXX lyrics

rate me

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