Terror Jr - Sweatpants lyrics

Give me yours, give me yours Give, give me yours Give me yours, give me yours Give, give me yours I know a girl, she a fitness model She do coke and hit the bottle Fake tits, plastic in her hips, poison on her lips I wanna grow weed up north I don’t like big city sh** no more I wanna be left alone Small a** circle just f**ing with my own You can tell them that you ride But you ain’t gon’ die Could flex all up on them socials But you ain’t that hot I got my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh I’m a comfy b**h, get used to it f**in’ hoes with my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh Get over it, I’m a comfy b**h (f**ing b**hes like) Give me yours, give me yours, give me yours Give, give me yours Give me yours, give me yours, give me yours Give, give me yours I’m just me, at the sunset, against the headrest In my summer dress, cashing big checks like I’m under dressed Really over your head when you’re givin’ me yours Givin’ me yours, yours You’re calling that work but it’s chores Calling that rich but it’s poor You can tell them that you ride But you ain’t gon’ die Could flex all up on them socials I got my I got my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh I’m a comfy b**h, get used to it f**in’ hoes with my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh Get over it, I’m a comfy b**h (f**ing b**hes like) Give me yours, give me yours, give me yours Give, give me yours Give me yours, give me yours, give me yours Give, give me yours f**ing b**hes with my sweatpants on, get over it