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waxed jeans - destroy lonely lyrics

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[intro]
baby, yeah, i need you

[chorus]
baby, yeah, i need you
talkin’ ’bout money, i need that
talkin’ ’bout drank, i need that
where the f*ck my weed at?
most of all my jeans waxed
spent thirty*five hunnid on these slacks
my lil’ partner get you wacked
and i’m gon’ pay the fee for that
i got too much money in my bag
and too much money in my back account
too much is in my system right now
i can’t even sleep, can’t take a nap
i used to sit on the back of the plane
now it’s first class tickets for all of my flights
i’m in new york, i take my knife
if she f*ck me good, i’ll make her my wife

[verse 1]
i pull triggers, and yes, i fight
i’m in the studio every night
his fit ain’t nun’, that sh*t ain’t right
her fit ain’t nun’, that b*tch ain’t mine
i’m pourin’ up way more than a line
all this codeine slow down time
she ate me up in the backseat
oh my god, i told the driver, “drive”
we on the highway speedin’
this b*tch more complex than speedin’
i smoke way more than i breathe
i got diamonds drippin’ on my sleeve
i get way more paper than trees
if you don’t like me, b*tch, just leave
i get way more higher than planes
i’m in the spot and i’m clutchin’ my k
i gotta go and get on the stage
i’m rockin’ big ass pants, no rave
i’m at the currency exchange
i got a whole lotta money, okay
and your b*tch tryna go change
i told her, let me see her when she change
i told her, let me see her use her brain
i told her, stay with me, she said, “okay”
no, i don’t f*ck with n*ggas, n*ggas strange
no, i don’t f*ck with n*ggas, n*ggas lame
i put the maybach emblem on an all black new whip, yeah, mercedes
[chorus]
baby, yeah, i need you
talkin’ ’bout money, i need that
talkin’ ’bout drank, i need that
where the f*ck my weed at?
most of all my jeans waxed
spent thirty*five hunnid on these slacks
my lil’ partner get you wacked
and i’m gon’ pay the fee for that
i got too much money in my bag
and too much money in my back account
too much is in my system right now
i can’t even sleep, can’t take a nap
i used to sit on the back of the plane
now it’s first class tickets for all of my flights
i’m in new york, i take my knife
if she f*ck me good, i’ll make her my wife

[verse 2]
most of all my hoes bad, most of all they ass fat
most of all my tees black, most of all my cash blue
most of all my cash blue, my new diamonds cost a coupe
my new boo way badder than you, my new boo way badder than you
my new swag, my new bag, my new sh*t, way cooler than yours
i stay humble, i know i’m important
i don’t shop at the mall, i go straight to the store
huh, purple codeine what i pour
huh, f*ck a bad b*tch when i’m bored
huh, f*ck a bad b*tch when she bored
swish, i ain’t need no backboard
i’m puffin’ on dope and i’m no bad boy
i don’t leave no notes on instagram stories
i don’t even talk to these boys
i don’t even talk to these wh0res
i don’t even trust these b*tches
no need help, this lord
i don’t even drive no ford
i’m ’bout to make the forbes list
[chorus]
baby, yeah, i need you
talkin’ ’bout money, i need that
talkin’ ’bout drank, i need that
where the f*ck my weed at?
most of all my jeans waxed
spent thirty*five hunnid on these slacks
my lil’ partner get you wacked
and i’m gon’ pay the fee for that
i got too much money in my bag
and too much money in my back account
too much is in my system right now
i can’t even sleep, can’t take a nap
i used to sit on the back of the plane
now it’s first class tickets for all of my flights
i’m in new york, i take my knife
if she f*ck me good, i’ll make her my wife

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