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jeans - t5 lyrics

chorus ( x2 )
i want em’ racks stuffed inside my jeans
i trap, work, flip, hustle, get it by any means
it’s broad day or late night, you know we serving em’ fiends
i’m from the city where n-ggas run up and create a crime scene

verse
if i do it, it’s off the muscle
no discussion everything straight
i been going through some sh-t, the average person couldn’t relate
cop some pounds and break it down
i make some plays and now i’m good
trap superstar status means i’m famous in my hood
put them thangs on the road and bounce back
a gunman in she hole, and mi know she like that
i’ma spend these bands, i’ma make it right back
i won’t stop grindin’ until i get that maybach

verse
different level with the meds
i’m on a different level with this sh-t
i’m on a different level with the double cup
i palm trees open up a zip
how you gon’ hate on a b-tch and you know she a hoe?
when really you one in the same
i see no point
in hangin’ with some of you n-ggas, when really you n-ggas is lames
but, that’s how it go though, out in the concrete jungle
ballin’ out with the number 9, ain’t talkin’ bout no rondo
stack my chips, dress myself with no stylist
come get your b-tch she high mileage
i whip so hard i broke my wrist

- t5 lyrics

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