Sweatpants - Terror Jr

Givin' me yours, givin' me yours, givin' me yours

Give, givin' me yours, 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 shit no more

I wanna be left alone

Small ass circle, just fucking 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 high

I got my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh

I’m a comfy bitch, get used to it

Fuckin' hoes with my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh

Get over it, I’m a comfy bitch

(Fucking bitches like)

Givin' me yours, givin' me yours, givin' me yours

Give, givin' me yours, yours

Givin' me yours, givin' me yours, givin' me yours

Give, givin' me yours, 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 bitch, get used to it

Fuckin' hoes with my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh

Get over it, I’m a comfy bitch

(Fucking bitches like)

Givin' me yours, givin' me yours, givin' me yours

Give, givin' me yours, yours

Givin' me yours, givin' me yours, givin' me yours

Give, givin' me

Fuckin' hoes with my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh

Get over it