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to know
Is how you fit all that ass
In those jeans
Is how you fit all that ass
In those jeans
Is how you fit all that ass
In those jeans
Que lo que
What it

you know you bad
Girl you got that ass
Go on and push it back
What you gon' do with all that ass
Can't fit it in the jeans
What you gone' do with all

the loot
So if I feel like you
Wasting my time
Then you getting the boot
Just make sure my hundreds is Blue
I might juss go fuck on his boo
Don't fuck by

Do you ever get tired of hanging out just a little bit?
Do you ever get tired of the old routine?
Do you ever get tired of the blue jeans just

Put Your Records On

The Chipmunks

Alvin and the Chipmunks 2

2009

let your head down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
(Just

lack, to come back, to come back again. I’ve been holding up since I was twenty three, with your blue skinny jeans, to come back, to come back again.

You

Mountain Climbing

Joe Bonamassa

Blues of Desperation

2016

I'm just a poor man working day by day
Lost in the struggle, there's a mountain in my way
So strap your boots on get ready for that first step

The eldest Jean Francoise
What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery
Milkfed by his mother on Russian aristocracy
With wit's like sabre through silk
He was

WISH GONE AMISS

(Hannah montana is singing old blue jeans)

(Hannah and Lilly go back stage)

(Lilly Looks out of Hannah's dressing room talking

Put Your Records On

Danielle Bradbery

Voice: The Complete Season 4 Collection

2013

ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in a bar by

will never do it like me
Fell down so much that I ruined my jeans
Heart's been broke I got blood on my sleeves
But I still do this seven days of the week

the grace of God and the dirt on these jeans
I'm a G.O.B by the G.O.G, yeah

Ain't no such thing as a bad day of fishin'
If something gets broke around

a attitude
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue

yeah you know I'm coming from the west 
Guardian soul, grew up on rock 'n roll 
cble to live fast, by how I take it all in slow 
Yeah you know I'm coming

Swagga Like Us

Jay-Z

Paper Trail

2008

Roc jeans 'cause my knots so thick
You can learn how to dress just by jackin' my fresh
Jackin', jackin' my fresh, jackin', jackin' my fresh
Follow my

Roc jeans 'cause my knots so thick
You can learn how to dress just by jackin' my fresh
Jackin', jackin' my fresh, jackin', jackin' my fresh
Follow my

way
When our bones sink in
Interred with the shale and blue jeans
I'll still feel so light in your arms

And when the sadness goes away
There'll never

came here for
You hold her tight
And try to love her right
She's got them tight blue jeans
With them bell bottom seams
Her hair up high
And a look in her

Don't it just fly by wild and free
Goin any way the wind blew, baby

Seventeen, livin on crazy dreams

Rock and roll and faded blue jeans
And standing

Santa's wearing blue jeans
Out by the palm trees
Carrying his Christmas presents
On a sailboat

All the children are waiting
For the wind to blow
So

You love the looks of Bates and Norma Jean
And you dress like nothin' I've ever seen, baby
You drive me crazy
Your room is full of kitsch

And the leaves blind me
I think by now I'm losing count
Of times I let us down

So I'll be wearing these jeans all week
Yeah I'll be losing a week of sleep
But

be having my way 
Bad bitch sucking dick, she know I won’t trick lil mama still feeding me grapes 
$1,000 jeans blue cheese in’em, how the fuck you

hooligan blues
The only thing he cares about
looking good when he kicks your head in

Got bit by a dog
Right through his new jeans
Got bit by a police dog