Lyrics:
the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin' by
Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it
Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it?
Don't you
a drive by
But ain't leave me dead
Im ready for war
You pussies not ready
What I got In store
I'm rockin Dior
This shit Ain't
Even in store
These
plaid,
Just put my ass in old blue jeans, you know they ain't so bad.
Now red's good luck in Shanghai but in Cape Town it is mourning
And orange is warm
I bet you never seen that before
We can rock out and drive all night
If you keep your foot to the floor
In my white t-shirt
and ripped blue jeans
I'm
a jet season left bleeding n**** on dead streets
You seen me in my blue jeans with blue strings I laced them on my cool kicks
I blew cash from hard work
this ain't in the fine print
This girl tryna get my mind spint'
And she got one more time
Nothing she say sounding true
Religion
Jeans
Got held down by
to use
My little bro acts too loose
T Dot, YT love cruise
And tek' man's stuff
Get caught by the blues
It was me that day in the Two's
With my broski Lz
drummin' on the dash
Only brakin' for the badge
Had the man in blue burnin' through
Tickets by the pound
Yeah, I paid for every red light
In my hometown
I
Well at age fifteen I was up and gone
I had nothing but my guitar and my blue jeans on
Looking for a cure, I been lookin' for years
Ultimate drink
Americana, blue jeans and marijuana
Type of friends that show their love by picking on ya
On the phone or on the lawn or on the corner
Springsteen
pocket buddy
You've got a hole in your jeans
What makes you think they'll take you back to old Saint Paul?
What makes you think they'll take you back
sees her
He's lookin' right at her
She thinks about it
Sixteen blue jeans Abercrombie t-shirt
Shoes purse hair tied back and you should see her
She's
meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied
blue money, that's my fragrance (oh yeah)
Aye, magnet to that bag, we don't chase it (aye)
Got my main and my side swappin' places, yeah (swap out)
I'm a 45 spinning on an old Victrola
I'm a two strike swinger, I'm a Pepsi Cola
I'm a blue jean quarterback saying "I love you" to the prom queen
(Based1 got them bands, ho)
Blue strips, I just make checks
I don't want lil' shorty if it ain't great sex
Take 'em out like Hardy, we like
need some new genes
I admire your blue jeans
I admire your mood swings
I admire the whole thing
It's gettin' lonely in Cali', yeah
It's so sunny though
That's it right there, Gnealz
Step (Ayy) , step (Ayy)
I'm steppin', nigga, step (Gang)
Step (Woo) , step (Woo)
I'm steppin' over steps (Go)
Step by
Quarter-million in a baby blue Goyard
Buy it cash then I go in the motor
Drive fast, ain't no pullin' me over
Play with bags, you can tell by the odor
No
up
And there's been a change in plans
'Cause I love women my mama can't stand
I love little tank tops
Tight fittin' jeans
Blue collar babies who
Box-fresh jeans and nike cam boots
Sprayed a little versace dreamer on me too
So every girls who pass is like oo-oooh
Police don't pull us over like
a new home
Like rasco jeans
My style flip two-tone
Pass my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of busta rhymes own
My debut made you
Wonder who
Shit
like you're not thin enough
Not pretty enough
You let a stupid pair of old blue jeans
That don't quite fit ruin your day
And you beat yourself up
You
on me
My heart was stolen by a pretty thief
Her facial features, T-short and blue jeans
No fingerprints, no fingerprints
She never left a fingerprint
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