24s And We Sip On 24s Got The Caddy's Sitten On A Pair Of Gucci Penny Loafs I Get Money Fuck With Bitches That Get Me Mo Man You Know The Plan Same Shit
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh, ooooooh...you ready? [Verse 1:] [Mitchel:] She sees the girls in the magazines Shining on the tv screen Wishing she could wear those jeans
trunk Nigga please, chumps don't tour like us You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus Nigga please, you ain't got your neck all froze With the same
100 But that's rap money, to trappin' that's nothin' I'm internet surfin', to a gorrilla in the turfin' Speedboat racin', jet skiin' and golfin' Crazy color jordans, same
2) Bottom of the shit Everyday the same story; bull shit ain't shit so everyday the same story More money is the shit everyday the same story Headline
do I say I'm sorry 'Cause the word is just never gonna come out Now, L O V E is just another word I never learned to pronounce Tight jeans, double D
are the best" So mami in my jeans PRPS Yeah, street fitted in a gang Yeah, at you like a Twitter name Same place I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em
to a pool from a puddle like a monsoon but subtler slowly pull up my pants or sag it to a flooder now u need a submarine the way im cuffin my jeans like
a tired game It's enough! I've done all I can think of Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same. Oh, pretty pretty please Don't you ever
uh uh oh ahhhhhhh radio killa Taking back my love (x5) You said you changed, But still nothing. You're still the same, I'm just a part time lover. And
every time it's the same old thing, you lead me out like a beauty queen. i don't mind if you play your game. cus i know I'll make you scream my name.
I hit her up When I get right I promise that we gonna live it up She make me beg for it till she give it up And I say the same thing every single time
Yeahh Uh Yeahh Welcome To Brooklyn Maino Yeah Tru Religion King Robin's Jean Fiend Black Gucci Sneakers With The Red And Green Strings Hoody By Mavi Women
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans, jeans Boots with the fur, with the fur The whole club was lookin? at her She hit the flo?, she hit the flo? Next thing
in stands went wild We were the kings and the queens And they read off our names The night you danced like you knew our lives Would never be the same
I reached my prime I left my home in the maritimes Headed down the Turnpike for New England, sweet New England Holes in my confidence Holes in the knees of my jeans
it wasn't, We still doing donuts and I'm half a dozen, They call me Krispy Kreme, my style is crispy clean I drive some chicks on these crews, that's some crispy jeans