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and you laughed
So I guess i'll never even muster up the courage to ask
You out now
Pink strawberry cream
I hope she doesn't see
Spilled it on my jeans
Them

B**** we on the grind I will
Finesse
New kicks ripped jeans white tee flex up
Finesse
Feel like Lebron Championships
I won't forget
Finesse
Everybody

hit, so I'll hit this lil Jean, it always help
For myself (Myself)
Why don't I trust nobody, people running talking like they twelve
Why I have to sit in

put his ashes in my pen
I'll make sure my next album your rap
Name and chart higher than you kid
Mr blue Jean Face, corduroy, overalls
Hunter green

Scratch that, I'm on these rap niggas ass
Facts
Just like Prince jeans when you rap, I see you niggas ass
Pape still printing in the Vault, told shawty get

(Yoz, what you tellin' me?) yeah
(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Ooh (Trap House Mob) too, too, too
Look (Grrr)

Bend her over, blow her back out

Summer Sundown

Craig Morgan

That's Why

2008

by there and drop a tailgate
And take a dip to cool off a bit

Blue sky would turn to red off in the west
We'd tear into a full igloo of Old

plans oh (Ayye)
2 seater with a drop top
Blue jeans and a crop top
24 on the shot clock
I'ma drop her at the chop shop

I just wanna foreign whip times 2

fronted, what you know bout that
Making a way by any means, what you know bout that
Trynna stuff a hundred in the jeans, what you know bout that

Some of my

Got these blue stacks in my jeans
Get the racks by any means

Like what's a rack for a nigga like me
Got the racks in my Balmain jeans
Got the stacks

imma fill it wit lean 
Can't talk if it's not bout the green 
Blue ben Jennie's they go buss out my jeans 
Ain't got my money I like what you mean 
Get

ratchet inside my jeans but ain't tryna get involved
Move in silence my life too private
I threw the pointers on the plane jane but that shit cant rid my

the paint on these jeans
I'm not sure about you but my girl's with me
My girl's on my team
Darling by my side
She be rolling my weed while I fight for my life

side waiting
Life, I done lost lotta sleep to these dreams We gon get it one day by all means Brodie whippin' that, yeah he serve to the fiends
He ain't

security, bitch, I'm strapped up, don't you think bout that
That lil bitch too mad I fucked her friend that go by Rosaly
I don't gotta rizz a bitch, I drop

Yea nigga just like that
Givenchy the T, Amiri the jeans
(Yeah)
Nigga just like that
I want your love with nothing between
(Yeah Yeah)
Just like that

plus you stylish
I wonder what your sign is
You gotta be a Gemini
The way you strutting by in them heels
Got that mass whip appeal
Baby face, slim waist,

zobacz
Holl up
Hold on
Nic nie zostawie na pózniej
Wydam by zachować uśmiech

Pull up with da stick Hold on
Blue cheese Hold on
Im off the lean Hold on
New

(Romano)
(OG Parker)

Ya I turn heads when I walk in the room
Penthouse suite, sittin' pretty by the pool
Energy cool, I'm a real big mood

you got on into dancing shoes 

c thief in blue jeans 
He's sweet like grenadine 
His little grin is killing me 

Stopped my heart lookin' into his eyes

(YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO)
DUMB BY YOUR LOVE, DUMB BY YOUR LOVE, YOU DO
EVENTHO YOU'RE IN YOUR BLUE JEANS
U MADE MY BLOOD DRAIN FASTER THROUGH MY VEINS
WISH I

a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we

a vacant house
We responsible for half these cold
Cases in the town
Hit him with that pole, you know, we ballin'
Jumpin' out the gym posted by the sto'
I got

Bringing real rap back

[Chorus]
I'm tired of this foolishness
cll these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone