Jaxx, Tuxx - Apparel lyrics
[Jaxx, Tuxx - Apparel lyrics]
(Rio)
Yeah, I spent too much on
This shirt and, yeah
I don't even wanna wear it out
Yeah, I spent a thousand on these jeans
A couple more on my apparel now
I don't have room for the talking, no
I don't really wanna care right now
She keep on blowin' my phone
Like, "Oh, baby, " yeah
I don't wanna hear it now
I'm pulling off fast
And, no, you won't catch me looking back
Yeah, I knew it wouldn't last with you
And I don't really feel that bad
I got Givenchy, my buckle say Fendi
My shirt Number
(N) ine, we gon' spend double digit's
I'm gon' fuck up my liver
Keep drinkin' this Henny
I'm gon' stack all these racks
To the motherfuckin' ceiling
I like diamonds that glisten
That shit so appealing
Take a step out the crib and your bitch
I'ma steal her
Yeah, I'm not with the feelings
So fuck how you feeling
I'm gon' die in my grave
With a motherfuckin' million
She wanna draw the perfect picture
But she know I throw the frame out
I might just keep the distance 'cause you
Know I found another way around
I just be ridin' 'round
Let the racks fly with the windows down
Get out your head, we like to bust down
You can't hang around
Yeah, I spent too much on
This shirt and, yeah
I don't even wanna wear it out
Yeah, I spent a thousand on these jeans
A couple more on my apparel now
I don't have room for the talking, no
I don't really wanna care right now
She keep on blowin' my phone
Like, "Oh, baby, " yeah
I don't wanna hear it now
I'm pulling off fast
And, no, you won't catch me looking back
Yeah, I knew it wouldn't last with you
And I don't really feel that bad
Yeah, I spent too much on
This shirt and, yeah
I don't even wanna wear it out
Yeah, I spent a thousand on these jeans
A couple more on my apparel now
I don't have room for the talking, no
I don't really wanna care right now
She keep on blowin' my phone
Like, "Oh, baby, " yeah
I don't wanna hear it now
I'm pulling off fast
And, no, you won't catch me looking back
Yeah, I knew it wouldn't last with you
And I don't really feel that bad
I got Givenchy, my buckle say Fendi
My shirt Number
(N) ine, we gon' spend double digit's
I'm gon' fuck up my liver
Keep drinkin' this Henny
I'm gon' stack all these racks
To the motherfuckin' ceiling
I like diamonds that glisten
That shit so appealing
Take a step out the crib and your bitch
I'ma steal her
Yeah, I'm not with the feelings
So fuck how you feeling
I'm gon' die in my grave
With a motherfuckin' million
She wanna draw the perfect picture
But she know I throw the frame out
I might just keep the distance 'cause you
Know I found another way around
I just be ridin' 'round
Let the racks fly with the windows down
Get out your head, we like to bust down
You can't hang around
Yeah, I spent too much on
This shirt and, yeah
I don't even wanna wear it out
Yeah, I spent a thousand on these jeans
A couple more on my apparel now
I don't have room for the talking, no
I don't really wanna care right now
She keep on blowin' my phone
Like, "Oh, baby, " yeah
I don't wanna hear it now
I'm pulling off fast
And, no, you won't catch me looking back
Yeah, I knew it wouldn't last with you
And I don't really feel that bad