Lyrics Denim Rips - ArtyJ

Turn the metronome off turn that shit off
(Yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah, this shit beautiful man
Leave me to go and fuck it up right?

I was
Looking forward tryna' see what it do
I was searching for a million had you caught in my view
You had that
Sun-kissed skin and she working it too
Denim wit' the rips she follow trends just to look cool
And yeah she

Grown but she young fresh outta school
Said she love how I be stacking but I'm acting the fool
I can tell that she don't really like what my brothers do
Yeah she love me on a track I swear she hate what I do
Cause I been

Chilling with some trappers
Rolling just to find some answers
Do I dive up in the sound or ride it out and grab a masters?
God father figures doing drugs on my right
Stylist cross the table get me nice and yeah they love the sight
Haters always watching hope I slip so they can spite
I swear to god I'll never let a pussy go and run my life
Made a promise to my momma Imma make it home tonight,
So fuck you if you playing I ain't gotta go and act polite

Put a 4 above my 7 that's my set I'm alkaline
So if you test me or my gang we turn your crib to Palestine
Never got affiliation, ain't had time to pantomime
I swear to god I ain't a killer but don't put me past the crime

And she well aware
I make her very scared
But she know the way bust it down is very rare
She love the way I put that thang up in her belly there
That's why she love it getting hot but I ain't Nelly there
Got her ex man saying he jealous of my hair
See you counting all my thousands over zealous cause I spare
So just tell me are you
Or am I gonna dip tonight wit stars up in my roof to stare

I could go and love you right now woah
But you gone have to show me now woah

Show me all the things that you can do girl

Bring it up
Bring it right back
Bring it up
Bring it right back
Bring it up
Bring it right back
Bring it up
Bring it right back
Bring it up
Bring it right back
Bring it up
Bring it right back