歌手:Terror Jr
专辑:《Bop City 2: TerroRising》

Give me yours, give me yours,give me yours
Give, give me yours,yours
I know a girl, she a fitness model
She do coke and hit the bottle
Fake t**s, plastic in her hips, poison on her lips
I wanna grow **** up north
I don't like big city s*it no more
I wanna be left alone
Small ass circle just f*****g 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 *****, get used to it
F****n' hoes with my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh
Get over it, I'm a comfy *****
(F*****g b*****s like)
Give me yours, give me yours, give me yours
Give, give me yours,yours
Give me yours, give me yours, give me yours
Give, give me yours yours
I'm just me, at the sunset, against the headrest
In my summer dress, cas*ing 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 *****, get used to it
F****n' hoes with my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh
Get over it, I'm a comfy *****
(F*****g b*****s like)
Give me yours, give me yours, give me yours
Give, give me yours yours
Give me yours, give me yours, give me yours
Give, give me
F****n' hoes with my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh
Get over it