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Dior Jeans
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Fatass (Yeah)
Fatass, pockets look like Rick Ross
Hella perc 10s and some Lean, Bitch we got it all
This bitch don't got nothin I need, I just kick her off
Woke up and spent two racks on jeans, because I fuckin' ball
Get geeked up, yeah, we still get geeked
We richer than 'em all
Bitch, go fetch me something to eat, Dior jeans on my balls
Learned it from me (Yeah), We still tote green beams (Yeah)
Still rock tight ass jeans (Yeah), Two phones, let 'em ring (Yeah)
Look me up on Bing (Yeah)
All black bitch, she mean (Yeah)
YEAH YEAH, GG, If you come fuck with me
Uh uh, Yeah, MMM, MMM
Yeah Yeah, Hes coming
I think the devil coming
Whole lotta racks keep coming
Jumpout in front of the police
And Im geeked off rolling
Slime catch yo hat like a trophy
I got a hit on me
I got the mix on me
[?]
You not gang, you phony
Fatass (Yeah)
Fatass, pockets look like Rick Ross
Hella perc 10s and some Lean, Bitch we got it all
This bitch don't got nothin I need, I just kick her off
Woke up and spent two racks on jeans, because I fuckin' ball
Get geeked up, yeah, we still get geeked
We richer than 'em all
Bitch, go fetch me something to eat, Dior jeans on my balls
Learned it from me (Yeah), We still tote green beams (Yeah)
Still rock tight ass jeans (Yeah), Two phones, let 'em ring (Yeah)
Look me up on Bing (Yeah)
All black bitch, she mean (Yeah)
YEAH YEAH, GG, If you come fuck with me
Uh uh, Yeah, MMM, MMM