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rio da yung og & yn jay - ripped jeans كلمات أغنية

[intro: yn jay]
(ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
ha
nyah (f_ck with ’em, bill)
nyah
nyah

[verse 1: yn jay]
i got the same jacket on, but these some different jeans
it’s so much dog sh_t on my pants, these some different jeans
you and me are not alike, we got different genes
so much gaffle in my pants, i just ripped the jeans
b_tch ass fat as f_ck, she just ripped the jeans
i ain’t got a teacup but i be sippin’ lean
n_gga tried to ball by himself, how you forget the team?
i just dropped a еight and popped a ‘zac, got me feelin’ mean
ayy, i’m in bеast mode
knock_knock, when they get to the door, shoot through the peephole
this b_tch p_ssy wide open, it’s a deep hole
b_tch f_cked up my ‘wood, i had to reroll
next friday, get ’em chico
ayy, your album cover hard, but songs weak though
is your toes painted? let me see your feet, ho
you ain’t gon’ shoot the gun, let me see the heat, bro
ayy, first thing first, shoutout rio
bro helped me make my first million, now i need more
ayy, in that ocean, i’ma shark, you a nemo
n_gga, get the f_ck back, you a weirdo
why you standin’ by me?
a rack ain’t sh_t, my pants a thousand
ayy, we put his ass in a ‘wood, then lit that b_tch up
we put a lighter to your crib and lit that b_tch up
“ha, ha”, knock the breath out of him
we shot a n_gga in his leg, now he can’t step ’bout it
bro shoot from deep as h_ll, they think steph shot him
my fiend went to rehab, he got a meth problem
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
haha
all blue hundreds on my— alright
all blue hundreds in my living room, n_gga— alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
all blue hundreds on my living room floor, i’m crip walkin’
i’m petty, i sold a pint and took a zip out it
what i’ma wear tomorrow? maybe rick, probably
just let lil’ tay use my escalade, he shot switch out it
we got a big problem
my drank man just said it won’t be till tomorrow
i’m with the coochie man, pull your cl_t out
you want my autograph? pull a tit out
i sh_t talk so much, i got a big mouth
but i don’t talk that much unless it’s ’bout dollars
i thinkin’ he work for the feds, bro, his watch wired
every other week, we go glock shoppin’
i’m only slidin’ in a bp, i’m not a car hopper
my lil’ brother bad, he a bar popper
i need a diamond link, let’s go star shoppin’
this b_tch shine like a shootin’ star
they had his sh_t in park bu—
they had his sh_t in park but the .308 moved the car
i wonder what video i’ma shoot tomorrow
d_mn, it’s some’ else i gotta do tomorrow
my family mad at me ’bout the scooter bar
but sh_t, i didn’t lie, i told the truth to y’all
but lyin’ on a n_gga, that ain’t standin’ on the business
you can’t have an attitude when the truth involved
he got the law involved, i got troops involved
we keep them b_tches on us, we shoot in the mall
i don’t window shop, what you do in the mall?
i just asked some fine sh_t what she doin’ tomorrow?
she said everything i really wanna do
you know if you pull up, then i’m f_ckin’ you?
i’m like a dog with that lil’ pink thang out
b_tch, i get stuck to you
like, b_tch, like a female dog
i ain’t day day, i would’ve shot your ass you keyed my car
they’ll really bite some’, gotta feed my dogs
got another pint comin’, finna drink it all
[outro: rio da yung og]
d_mn, i’m trippin’ like
i forgot jay was on the front of the song, that motherf_cker ran so long
this sh_t be fun though, bro, for real sh_t

- rio da yung og yn jay

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