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IBN INGLOR lyrics : "WAXXX"

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 !@^%

Momma living Life Of A Savage, she don't support the cause of my love
Told me get a job but I never $#&@ing did, so I got kicked out
Im a bummy $#&@ing kid living on the curb with my girl, %#@!

She left me too, (*##$ Gone When I blow she be all on my dick
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 $$#ociate with them lames

But I gotta free Mac with pro tools ^!$$%
Tell me what you get from yo school ^!$$%
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, boi

Don't test my clique I explode so hard I express my %#@!
Ship day-2 so express my %#@!, entendres hide go check my %#@!
Klepto ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s Ain't Cold, These ^!$$%s Ain't Lords Either
I Bang Waxx On my Soul, Bang Waxx on my Soul
These ^!$$%s Ain't Cold, These ^!$$%s 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 $#&@ing Rot, And 18 years of that trouble Boi
18 years, 18 years, she got a ^!$$% for 18 years
He got 4 kids 1 can't be his that workout plan, ain't workout %#@!

WORK, WORK, we got that work, forever (*##$
Young ^!$$%s run %#@!, evident
With evidence ill forever win, yeah bet I did, bet I kill, (*##$ bet i sin

Calm it down for the residents, Township ^!$$%s won't ever win
Them suburb ^!$$%s 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 %#@!, Not %#@!, AHH %#@!, HMM
My %#@!, My %#@!, My, MINE
Ain't Lords, Ain't Lords AHH


Hook


Verse 3
Let me spit it to the point like, (*##$es already know I won't lie
%#@!, I got reputation to live, Got to give it to the ^!$$%s disrespecting the kid

Like I ain't god weapons and %#@!, and you ain't no I'm better then this
Gawd Living, Y'all ^!$$%s Fraud ^!$$%s, AH
Y'all ^!$$%s not with with it, naw, Let me jump the gun, let me quick

Finish and %#@! cause I ain't mimicking %#@!, so I don't fold for none
So let the air clear ^!$$%, Hear that fresh lil ^!$$%
South side ride to the death I, Ride to the west

Coyote my set, wild running, y'all fronting
^!$$%s kill the vibe, y'all knowing I'm coming

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