Lyrics:
They do good business every time it rains
For little girls with nothing in their jeans
But pretty blue wishes and sweet little jeans
And it's
family’s name
And a hero’s little girl who’s name is Kate
She wears a blue jean jacket that is old and worn
Like a signal just to warn you
She’s expecting
Pimpslap-blue war der Renner bei etlichen Hausfrauen
Dieses Jahr wird es berbisches Faustblau
Versteck dich im Laufhaus, du Körperklaus
Du warst
was laid
By the yellow man
We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that
She was the centerfold picture in a country boy's dream
Prettiest thing I ever had seen
Tupelo honey in a pair of blue jeans
The upper Mississippi
Yeah I'm the son of the south
Blood crimson red (yeah)
Blue jeans faded with
The grease-stained hands (yeah)
Scars on my knuckles and that's
Still
Racks blue just like my jeans
You know I'm having denim
Swerving in and out of traffic
You know the stang nimble
Taking 2 shots to the head then she
Light work
Forces blue jeans and a white shirt
Well it might be, Though it's likely
That I'll be in forces and a white tee
Yeah you've got great
Don't everybody love the smell of gasoline
We'll burn mothafucka Carolina's dream I'm stuck To these waters like the blue in
Jeans Little country
Hey you, has anybody said to you today
Your love has made the world a better place
You look positively beautiful in your blue jeans
It doesn’t matter
Uhh
Beast Huncho
Hold a stack in my jeans, Uhh
Look
Hold a stack in my jeans
Uhh
7/3 on my back, nigga I don't rollack man, but ya already know that
(Run that back Turbo)
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fuckin' tonight
Jeans
SONG: Denim Jeans
WORDS and MUSIC: The Dead Abigails
Published by: Blue Pie Publishing USA (ASCAP)
Verse 1
It's like you're tailor made for me
It's
I'm riding wit my Ruger
My rude that my shooter
Smoking on medusa
Ya ya
Money I influence
I been spending faces blue
I been spending faces blue
Ima
three
Thirty racks on me
Get you whacked by 1017
Ten thousand on Givenchy
All rats, we poison they cheese
They thought we ain't smokin' this G
Got
fingers blue
Cause I was that same nigga you'd ride by in your vehicle
All summer and winter
Probably tryna find y'all something for dinner
Whole time I
to the rest of my life
Give me a cowgirl
With a strong heart,
A soft touch in my arms.
A big love, for one man,
That gives all that she can.
Blue jeans
of open sky
A little bit of runway shy
It's high time you kissed gravity goodbye
By the seat of your blue jeans
On the wings of a big dream
Leavin'
Those crazy nights, I do remember in my youth
I do recall, those were the best times, most of all
In the heat with a blue-jean girl
Burnin' love
Those crazy nights, I do remember in my youth
I do recall, those were the best times, most of all
In the heat with a blue-jean girl
Burnin' love
A young thug, dem ah call me wah?
Wyclef Jean, trust me
Right now you're in dangerous territory, you know
Dangerous territory
Price official rap
Light life yea
Like how that sound
Hard times yea
Better days still
Around
Got the plain white tee
Wit my rip blue jeans
On my way to get our piece
whiskey kisses
I don't even know you're name
Lord I love the way those blue jeans frame
The gift that your momma gave
For a moment I remember
The beauty
double might just take you home
She's got her holey blue jeans and a String of pearls
She's a country city girl
VERSE #2
cll week long she's punching that
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