Cover art for WAXXX by Ibn Inglor

WAXXX

Produced by

1 viewer

WAXXX Lyrics

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 fucking did, so I got kicked out
Im 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 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 nigga
Tell me what you get from yo 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 lane and it's so peaceful, boi
Don't test my clique I explode so hard I express my shit
Ship day-2 so express my shit, entendres hide go check my shit
Klepto niggas 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 Niggas Ain't Cold, These Niggas Ain't Lords Either
I Bang Waxx On my Soul, Bang Waxx on my Soul
These Niggas Ain't Cold, These Niggas 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 fucking Rot, And 18 years of that trouble Boi
18 years, 18 years, she got a nigga for 18 years
He got 4 kids 1 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 ill 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 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 Shit, Not Shit, AHH Shit, HMM
My Shit, My Shit, My, MINE
Ain't Lords, Ain't Lords AHH
Hook

Verse 3
Let me spit it to the point like, bitches already know I won't lie
Shit, I got reputation to live, Got to give it to the niggas disrespecting the kid
Like I ain't god weapons and shit, and you ain't no I'm better then this
Gawd Living, Y'all Niggas Fraud Niggas, AH
Y'all niggas not with with it, naw, 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

How to Format Lyrics:

  • Type out all lyrics, even repeating song parts like the chorus
  • Lyrics should be broken down into individual lines
  • Use section headers above different song parts like [Verse], [Chorus], etc.
  • Use italics (<i>lyric</i>) and bold (<b>lyric</b>) to distinguish between different vocalists in the same song part
  • If you don’t understand a lyric, use [?]

To learn more, check out our transcription guide or visit our transcribers forum

About

Have the inside scoop on this song?
Sign up and drop some knowledge

Q&A

Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning

Credits
Produced By
Tags
Comments