JAPANESE DENIM Video (MV)
Performed By: DaeMoney
Featuring: LUCKI, Veeze
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Daejon Patman, Lucki Camel Jr., Karon Vantrees
DaeMoney - JAPANESE DENIM Lyrics
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(GOONTEX)
Yeah, ayy
Rockin' Japanese denim, probably spillin' lean in 'em
Niggas wearin' Purple jeans, still ain't got no cheese in 'em
Why you ridin' with that nigga? He gon' freeze with it
I got cuddy in the back, you know he gon' freeze niggas
What you bringin' to the table? You know me, I eat with 'em
Keep this shit discreet with 'em, Lam' truck, fleece with 'em
Bad hoes, I skeet on 'em, niggas like to skeet in 'em
Neptune worldwide with the Mafia, you gotta be geeked to enter
Change the avi when I follow her, I might not even hit her
I hate flying, I hate actors
I'm off Wock', but don't pace backwards
I want fifty in big cities
I'm like Vert, but I miss Britney
I can score drank any big city
Wouldn't be me if I didn't mention
I'm in a neon SRT8 fishin'
Probably crash 'cause it's winter
I'm important whenever I mention
I got sick just for attention
I make more than my Insta'
Boy, your ass broke, so why you chillin'?
I'm dodgin' all lames, ain't nothin' against you
I'm already high, I ain't got no business sippin'
I ain't gon' up the pole on none of these niggas unless I kill them niggas
I be gettin' geeked like LUCKI, fly like Dae, I swear I twin them niggas
The way my youngins come through slicin' shit, you think Kill Bill done sent 'em
Sippin' thick, we smokin' presidential, this that Bill Clinton
I ain't gotta ask for nothin', beg for nothin', bet she still gon' give it
I can't trust no nigga, he might be helpin' them white folks do forensics
Feel like chopped and screwed, ayy, bring that back, I spilled my cup, redid it
Give no f*ck 'bout havin' no million followers, nigga, I'm tryna get a million
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(GOONTEX)
Yeah, ayy
Rockin' Japanese denim, probably spillin' lean in 'em
Niggas wearin' Purple jeans, still ain't got no cheese in 'em
Why you ridin' with that nigga? He gon' freeze with it
I got cuddy in the back, you know he gon' freeze niggas
What you bringin' to the table? You know me, I eat with 'em
Keep this shit discreet with 'em, Lam' truck, fleece with 'em
Bad hoes, I skeet on 'em, niggas like to skeet in 'em
Neptune worldwide with the Mafia, you gotta be geeked to enter
Change the avi when I follow her, I might not even hit her
I hate flying, I hate actors
I'm off Wock', but don't pace backwards
I want fifty in big cities
I'm like Vert, but I miss Britney
I can score drank any big city
Wouldn't be me if I didn't mention
I'm in a neon SRT8 fishin'
Probably crash 'cause it's winter
I'm important whenever I mention
I got sick just for attention
I make more than my Insta'
Boy, your ass broke, so why you chillin'?
I'm dodgin' all lames, ain't nothin' against you
I'm already high, I ain't got no business sippin'
I ain't gon' up the pole on none of these niggas unless I kill them niggas
I be gettin' geeked like LUCKI, fly like Dae, I swear I twin them niggas
The way my youngins come through slicin' shit, you think Kill Bill done sent 'em
Sippin' thick, we smokin' presidential, this that Bill Clinton
I ain't gotta ask for nothin', beg for nothin', bet she still gon' give it
I can't trust no nigga, he might be helpin' them white folks do forensics
Feel like chopped and screwed, ayy, bring that back, I spilled my cup, redid it
Give no f*ck 'bout havin' no million followers, nigga, I'm tryna get a million
Yeah, ayy
Rockin' Japanese denim, probably spillin' lean in 'em
Niggas wearin' Purple jeans, still ain't got no cheese in 'em
Why you ridin' with that nigga? He gon' freeze with it
I got cuddy in the back, you know he gon' freeze niggas
What you bringin' to the table? You know me, I eat with 'em
Keep this shit discreet with 'em, Lam' truck, fleece with 'em
Bad hoes, I skeet on 'em, niggas like to skeet in 'em
Neptune worldwide with the Mafia, you gotta be geeked to enter
Change the avi when I follow her, I might not even hit her
I hate flying, I hate actors
I'm off Wock', but don't pace backwards
I want fifty in big cities
I'm like Vert, but I miss Britney
I can score drank any big city
Wouldn't be me if I didn't mention
I'm in a neon SRT8 fishin'
Probably crash 'cause it's winter
I'm important whenever I mention
I got sick just for attention
I make more than my Insta'
Boy, your ass broke, so why you chillin'?
I'm dodgin' all lames, ain't nothin' against you
I'm already high, I ain't got no business sippin'
I ain't gon' up the pole on none of these niggas unless I kill them niggas
I be gettin' geeked like LUCKI, fly like Dae, I swear I twin them niggas
The way my youngins come through slicin' shit, you think Kill Bill done sent 'em
Sippin' thick, we smokin' presidential, this that Bill Clinton
I ain't gotta ask for nothin', beg for nothin', bet she still gon' give it
I can't trust no nigga, he might be helpin' them white folks do forensics
Feel like chopped and screwed, ayy, bring that back, I spilled my cup, redid it
Give no f*ck 'bout havin' no million followers, nigga, I'm tryna get a million
Writer: Daejon Patman, Lucki Camel Jr., Karon Vantrees
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING