Lyrics Blue Jeans (Smims & Belle remix) - Lana Del Rey , Azealia Banks

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater and I know

Gangsta (I know)
Gangsta (I know)
Gangsta
Gangsta
Gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta...

Let's go

Tell me what bad boys do
I'm a bad girl, if you into that one too
My American Dream in jeans all blue
Keep it cool like crushed ice cubes
It's you for only this in a foreign coupe
In the blue range across my view
Better crush like my cunt too
Ain't 'nough said about his moves
A real tough one, sometimes two
Bet you fine about lifetime sunshine boo (Say you'll remember)
Bananas and bow ties, whips and handcuffs
Tied down the club like living like gangsters
Both wanna die, love living in danger
Bodies all around, put it down like an anchor (Say you'll remember)
Hardcore bottles
Try more than just anger
Passion like fever, hot like Jamaica
Real rude boy, no problem for later
Money on his mind 'bout getting his paper
Truth be told he's locked down with his flamer
Really like his flavor
Wanna slow dance with the devil
Click-lick, the look of an angel
Took a small chance with a rebel now my flesh is amazing
Now we shooting them lasers and laughin' at haters
Gangsters not bred I make 'em
Gangsters not dead I raise 'em (Gangsta)

Gangsters not dead
Gangsters not bred I make 'em
G-Gangsters not dead I raise 'em

Say you'll remember
Say you'll remember

Say you'll remember