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Ksubi Jeans!
DeeKay
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KILLHEEN, are you mad?
Ksubi jeans, white tee
I got the stacks on racks on me
Pull up, Maserati, Versace
She let me hit with that body
She gotta stop me, no thotty
Because I pull out, no Gaudy
Ksubi jeans, white tee
I got the stacks on racks on me
Pull up, Maserati, Versace (Yeah)
She let me hit with that body (Tsaha)
She gotta stop me, no thotty (Wait, uh, yeah)
Because I pull out, no Gaudy
White tee, no Peep, shawty for the team (Tsaha)
She gon' throw it back, so I hit it then I leave
I ain't talkin' cabbage, but I really want 'em greens
I be all up in her walls, now we lookin' like some cream
You gon' talk it, you know that we gon' walk it
Versace on my neck, couple racks in my pocket
I'm blowin' up like a rocket, they really be tryna stop it
I'm drippin' just like a faucet, she all up inside her cockpit (Tsaha)
We gon' slide if they really wanna die, ayy
.223s and a couple .45s, yeah
I am not no plumber but I gave your girl some pipe, yeah
Ivy on my neck, it just glisten like the sky, ayy
I said, "Adiós, I'm goin' to Tokyo"
Couple Asian baddies with a fatty in the studio
I don't need no groupie ho
I be goin' three and o
Shawty want my nuts and I ain't talkin' 'bout pistachio
Ksubi jeans, white tee
I got the stacks on racks on me
Pull up, Maserati, Versace
She let me hit with that body
She gotta stop me, no thotty
Because I pull out, no Gaudy
Ksubi jeans, white tee
I got the stacks on racks on me
Pull up, Maserati, Versace
She let me hit with that body
She gotta stop me, no thotty (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Because I pull out, no Gaudy
Shawty pull up and she do what I say so (Yeah, yeah)
Gucci and Gabbana 'cause she know I got the peso (I got the peso)
Pull up in a Ghost, no, that's no Halo (Halo)
This is TF2 to the way I push the payload
Too much talk-talk, watch your boy get rocked-rocked
Pull up to your spot-spot, watch the choppa blow-blow
My jeans, they Ksubi, all these bitches groupies (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin' like they knew me (Yeah, yeah)
They don't know the new me (Yeah, yeah, okay)
All this fuckin' guala on me, yeah, it made me want some more shit
Pray that I got the keys (Got the keys)
I hope I make it through the motion
Shawty want some of me because, bitch, I am Samoan
And she follow my lead 'cause I got gave the bitch a potion
And they love the fit
Whole lot of other shit (Whole lot of other shit)
Tell me that she love me, but I wanna hit
Don't wanna make a scene (Goddamn)
Your shit is make-believe (Goddamn, goddamn)
After I leave, these bitches hatin' me, like, goddamn
Ksubi jeans, white tee
I got the stacks on racks on me
Pull up, Maserati, Versace
She let me hit with that body
She gotta stop me, no thotty
Because I pull out, no Gaudy
Ksubi jeans, white tee
I got the stacks on racks on me
Pull up, Maserati, Versace
She let me hit with that body
She gotta stop me, no thotty
Because I pull out, no Gaudy