(Timeless) I can't go back Saggy denim, 1995 I be all in 'em, L. L. on the side With my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I love to get fly, uh Gotta get 'em, Ralph Lauren denim Patches on that ass, my ass a good fitting 1995, I'ma listen to Sublime Drink that 40 ounce to Freedom to the day that I die Gonna listen me Selena, drink a 40 a cry Gonna roll me up a Beamer, I'ma go and get high While it's 1995, getting fly to pass the time I'ma slip up from behind while he go and buy that wine We ain't looking at the time, don't nobody got a phone We gon' kick it in the park and we ain't never going home 'Caulay Culkin, Home Alone, while I'm smoking on a bone New York City is my throne and I love to call it home (uh, uh) Saggy denim, 1995 I be all in 'em, L. L. on the side With my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I love to get fly I speak that Gualla Gualla, that peso, pound, and dollar That oocjie walla walla Polo rican mama mama Come holla at ya Gualla, they hootin' and they holla That platano banana, roll my weed in my Fronta I speak that Gualla Gualla, that Spanish hoochie mama That Puerto Rican drama, that f*ck you, pay me nana I care about my comma, I got a code of honor I smoke the bestest weed, shout out my plug and farmer I speak that mira mira, that mira, oye linda That vien aqui mi'jita, tu eres mi chiquita I grew up in the projects with nasty stairs and halls The ghetto has no censor and I done seen it all That's why I see your cause and I see your flaws But I see that you a G, and, yeah, you be a boss Hood chick with some raid tricks, you get either, or Could spin and call my main chick know she need a don So I'ma leave alone, ice cream and the cone Leavin' in the Allo Beamer, baggy jeans is on And you know me, I be in leaves with some sneakers on Preferably Clydes, when the rest of them slides, sliders know Destiny rides by me blowin' Sess in the sky so we acceptably high Born in the same place, took a minute to find ya I'm tryin' but you tryin' to say my time's up And I've lied enough, I haven't tried enough So I gotta say some shit before this rhyme's up Des' you my love, my thug, my drug When I gon' make my mind up Saggy denim, 1995 I be all in 'em, L. L. on the side With my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I love to get fly In red and blue, yellow and white too 1992, campus, we row crew Windbreakers with my forty acres Chillin' like the Quakers I roll through with mad flavors Went from Philly dutches papers
Written by: Brandon Tillman, Destiny Nicole Ortiz, Leon Ware, Linda Clay, Patrick Morales, Raul Gonzalez
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