Dem Jeans

Migos, Timbaland2016年2月2日

歌詞

Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time

"She don't **** with broke ******", you sit on the sideline

Back your ass up, whip that booty, and rewind

I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like Ginuwine

What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?

Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline

What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?

All my pretty girls scream, "Pretty Gang"

Broke boys always talking 'bout

How many hoes they ****, how many ******* they got

But we really wanna know how many coins you got

How if you talking 'bout your rap, how many songs you got?

This for my *******, all my bad *******

Only if you independent and after your riches

She a old lady got a young ***** in the corner

Young ***** hit it right and smoked that good *********

She'll have you in the club mad, everybody want her

I think I like her persona, Victoria's Secret aroma

Late night at the Aroma, I took her home and I bone her

She screwed up in the Corolla, got her drunk of Coronas

Jewelry colder than Polar, I'm high like the Solar

She took it more than Oprah, make it clap like Magnolia

It's the first time you seen her, and she act like she know ya

That's her motive, she burst that wallet open, so I had to ask her

Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time

"She don't **** with broke ******", you sit on the sideline

Back your ass up, whip that booty, and rewind

I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like Ginuwine

What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?

Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline

What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?

All my pretty girls scream, "Pretty Gang"

I asked her what's her sign, she told me, "Gemini"

I told her, "Girl, you lying, that's the same sign as mine"

But anyway, never mind, back to the subject, "You fine"

I'm tryna see if in them jeans Ginuwine

And she don't like broke boys, broke boys ain't making no noise

Walk around with a check like Floyd, she licking at me looking gorgeous

Pinky ring the size of orbit, broke boys can't afford it

Look in my pockets on Orbit, I'm a free man no Morgan

Man, you can go to my mansion, it got six stories

Hop in the Lam' and drop the top like the Headless Horseman

Telling me stories of her and a broke boy divorce

Honestly, I can care less, baby, that ain't important

I like how them jeans look tight, they show your panties

Walking 'round the club got these broke boys panic

When she walk in public, people turn to a mannequin

She done killed the whole club, call the ambulance

Girl, what's your sign? I pull up right on time

"She don't **** with broke ******", you sit on the sideline

Back your ass up, whip that booty, and rewind

I just want to see what's in 'em jeans like Ginuwine

What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?

Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline

What's in 'em jeans? What's in 'em jeans?

All my pretty girls scream, "Pretty Gang" (Pretty..)

What's in 'em jeans?

 

 

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