paroles de chanson Denim - Trey Kidd

Yeah
Okay, okay

Yeah, racks in the back, they ain't denim
Shawty way too thick for them jeans, she can't fit 'em (let's go)
Send a bullet, you know we ain't miss 'em
Aye, it really ain't no problem, they'll get 'em

Catch him for that money 'cause he owe me
I don't really need no friends, I'm fine if I be lonely
They was tryna send the bag on me but that ain't on me (yeah)
Whatever they gone do, man I just tell it to my homies
From the block, I'm on the lookout
That choppa finna heat that lil' boy up just like a cookout
Tryna pull up to the show, you out of time 'cause you got booked out
All the racks inside the duffel bag, lil' bruh, they got took out
Feel like Shaq, the way I shook out (mhm), yeah
Gotta spin the block again because I passed it up
Shawty tellin' me she heartless, she ain't mad enough
I'm the coldest in the ring like a wrestler
Don't play wit' them lil' boy, they'll flip you like a spatula (yeah)

Yeah, racks in the back, they ain't denim
Shawty way too thick for them jeans, she can't fit 'em (let's go)
Send a bullet, you know we ain't miss 'em (let's go)
For that bag, they gone put you in the system

Yeah
Mhm
This just light work bruh
I ain't even gone lie, this some lil' light work bruh, for real