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40 In My Jeans Lyrics - Artist : Splurge
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Beat by Jeff, ain't it? Ayy, yeah, ayy, gang gang, ayy (Ayy let me hear that ho Jeff) Walk into the store, I got a forty in my jeans I don't want your ho, I'm just gon' get her off a bean Most these rappers broke, this shit ain't really what it seems, ayy And most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team You ain't rappin' 'bout nothin', you ain't goin' through shit You might keep a stick but you ain't blowin' shit Y'all niggas peon, y'all be doin' dumb shit Every time you see us we got guns and shit I done hit bitches they ain't think I would hit All of these bitches want money and dick Double cup me, I just poured up a fifth Play and get wrapped like a motherfuckin' gift Give 'em hell Splurge Keep juggin' them bales Splurge They like boy you higher than a bitch You can't even spell Splurge I did this shit first I look up, it feel like I'm cursed Punch me in, I ain't writin' no verse Stop rappin' that shit you rehearsed They like damn why you ain't got no tape? This clap shit rap shit here for the fake I like wearing Gucci but don't fuck with snakes I keep that gang with me, gotta be safe I move like the president Break down the door, put the settlements Want your love, not affectionate Pour up the drink on some Texas shit Walk into the store, I got a forty in my jeans I don't want your ho, I'm just gon' get her off a bean Most these rappers broke, this shit ain't really what it seems, ayy And most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team Walk into the store, I got a forty in my jeans I don't want your ho, I'm just gon' get her off a bean Most these rappers broke, this shit ain't really what it seems, ayy And most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team I can look at a bitch and make her faint In the trap playin' GTA, feelin' like Frank They all on my dick, I might move out of state I be runnin' the bands, gotta stay in shape Close that door behind you Pull up, get served like a drive-thru Watch Boyz n the Hood, not Caillou If I'm doin' down bad can I call you? Will your lil bitch ass pick up? Your ho goin' wide, need to go pick your bitch up D in there fightin', finna go and pick the stick up Got too many P's we be tryna get rid of Yeah we in the stu off an X, oh No hugs and kisses, no X's and O's Call Trapboy Sean 'cause I need me a bow Sell it for high 'cause I got it for low, ooh Walk into the store, I got a forty in my jeans I don't want your ho, I'm just gon' get her off a bean Most these rappers broke, this shit ain't really what it seems, ayy And most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team Walk into the store, I got a forty in my jeans I don't want your ho, I'm just gon' get her off a bean Most these rappers broke, this shit ain't really what it seems, ayy And most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team |
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