Lyrics:
doin' it right (Whoa-oh)
We were comin' alive (Whoa-oh)
Yeah, caught in a southern summer, barefoot, blue jean night
Blue eyes and auburn hair
Sittin'
mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on
Up by the bus stop, and across the street
Open up their windows, to take a peek
As she goes walking
Rockin' like
Blue Jeans Were Made For My Baby
(Alice Olsen)
Girls all sigh when my baby walks by,
In his tight blue jeans with the button down fly.
But his
baby's got her blue jeans on
Up by the bus stop and across the street
Open up their windows to take a peek
While she goes walkin' rocking like a rolling
baby's got her blue jeans on
Up by the bus stop and across the street
Open up their windows to take a peek
Y'all she goes walking, rockin' like a rollin'
baby's got her blue jeans on
Up by the bus stop and across the street
Open up their windows to take a peek
While she goes walkin' rocking like a rolling
mine
By the oil and the gasoline, yeah
If I ever get back my blue jeans
Well how happy could one man be?
I said, uh, if I ever get back my blue
(Jeans)
****** face i can't see (I can't see) didn't got racks by me (By me)
Talk to G-Unit, let's use it
Not Offbeat Blueface
Making with Blue a Blueface
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Aye Whoa
Whoa whoa
Pull up on me
I got the drip on the scene
I got them racks in my jeans
Them diamonds they
I saw you, out of the blue
No, I can’t believe what I’ve just seen She wore white jeans
On the cover of a magazine
Now she’s standing here in front
The Coors got me feelin' alright
The whiskey makes me wanna take a bite
Of your nittin' grittin' blue jeans
The best pair I done seen
The tractor's
cream
Figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream
Cadillacs, blue jeans
In the night he's a star in the Milky Way
He's a man of the world by
cream
Figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream
Cadillacs, blue jeans
In the night he's a star in the Milky Way
He's a man of the world by
Yeah
Every time I walk up through the door
I ain't never wearing no Dior
I ain't ever rocking Louis V
Blue jeans with the Shaka white tee
Cause
I
Impossible
Sell every gram every molecule
Yeah, put my lil ho in Jean Paul Gaultier
She ain't fucking with Nautica
Keep it player, you like my lil bitch?
Yeah,
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
sag
My skinny, skinny jeans
My skinny, skinny jeans
My skinny, skinny jeans
Get it by any means
The things that I want (Yeah)
Only come when I want 'em
A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls
Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights
Life can be an ol' briar patch
Gotta dance your way
Everything I need in them white cotton sheets
Dirty dance me slow in the summertime heat
Feel my belt turn loose from these old blue jeans
We both know that
denim shades of blue and green
I look at you and I'm perplexed
On how your fits made unisex
Me wear skinny jeans now hardly
It seems these jeans were
Prettiest psychopath I ever seen
I get distracted by your denim jeans
I get the angles right
When you in front of me
They shooting cameras but we let
Ricky Ross
Carol City Cartel
Cool & Dre
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars,
Being broke is a joke you goofy
When they stealing my swag they boosting
These jeans rare like a blue fish
Ima drip on the block like I'm drooling
These
neglecting
That imma different breed, make money by the second
Yeah
Diesel, Jeans
And they on me
Blue, Pills
In the front seat
Prada tags they on me
Match them
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