Yeah
I'll tell you what (huh)
I don't f*ck with you man (nah)
Baby come home again (yeah)
And don't forget your friend (huh)
Mmm
Don't you remember what you used to tell me?
I know you want it
I know you want me
I like it better when you smilin'
I hate when you cryin'
And I'll get you anything
Yeah
I like your skinny jeans baby
Oouh yeah
I ain't been home in a week
And I see all 'em flashlights yeah they takin' pics
Now they screamin' out loud just to catch them flicks
I was outside just to catch them licks
(Yeah mmm)
Just to catch them licks
I was a menace
I came off from nothin'
Now a young nigga famous he rappin'
They hoping he die
They watchin' me now
Them niggas lookin' so we put 'em on side
They were not straight so I left 'em on write
Pocket watchin' and we shoot 'em on sight
Yeah uhh
I'm really 'bout the life I rap about
You niggas some pussy what happened now?
Talkin' is cheap mane you know that right?
And your girl in the room say she wanna pipe
I got all these bitches sayin' I'm their type
Oouh
Ain't even ever caught me cheating once
Girl I know I haven't been there in months
Aye oh
You be on some toxic shit oh I know what's that about
And you can't play a player baby stop actin' out
And you ain't gonna teach me the game
You the poison I'm the antidote no doubt (yeah)
I'll tell you what (huh)
I don't f*ck with you man (nah)
Baby come home again (yeah)
And don't forget your friend (huh)
Mmm
Don't you remember what you used to tell me?
I know you want it
I know you want me
I like it better when you smilin'
I hate when you cryin'
And I'll get you anything
Yeah
I like your skinny jeans baby
Oh shit yeah
Tell me where the f*ck we livin' in?
Man I just seen them kids poppin' pills
And they all tryna be tough
Man they won't face you off
I'll throw them hands but I got a 9 like Jamal
I ran up 'em digits now my money is tall
You full of bullshit we know your money is small
I ain't vegan nigga I'm lookin' for all the beef
But you better tell 'em I don't f*ck with pigs
Any nigga wanna play we make 'em grief
Syuh Skeema - Skinny Jeans Lyrics
Syuh Skeema - Skinny Jeans Lyrics
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Yeah
I'll tell you what (huh)
I don't f*ck with you man (nah)
Baby come home again (yeah)
And don't forget your friend (huh)
Mmm
Don't you remember what you used to tell me?
I know you want it
I know you want me
I like it better when you smilin'
I hate when you cryin'
And I'll get you anything
Yeah
I like your skinny jeans baby
Oouh yeah
I ain't been home in a week
And I see all 'em flashlights yeah they takin' pics
Now they screamin' out loud just to catch them flicks
I was outside just to catch them licks
(Yeah mmm)
Just to catch them licks
I was a menace
I came off from nothin'
Now a young nigga famous he rappin'
They hoping he die
They watchin' me now
Them niggas lookin' so we put 'em on side
They were not straight so I left 'em on write
Pocket watchin' and we shoot 'em on sight
Yeah uhh
I'm really 'bout the life I rap about
You niggas some pussy what happened now?
Talkin' is cheap mane you know that right?
And your girl in the room say she wanna pipe
I got all these bitches sayin' I'm their type
Oouh
Ain't even ever caught me cheating once
Girl I know I haven't been there in months
Aye oh
You be on some toxic shit oh I know what's that about
And you can't play a player baby stop actin' out
And you ain't gonna teach me the game
You the poison I'm the antidote no doubt (yeah)
I'll tell you what (huh)
I don't f*ck with you man (nah)
Baby come home again (yeah)
And don't forget your friend (huh)
Mmm
Don't you remember what you used to tell me?
I know you want it
I know you want me
I like it better when you smilin'
I hate when you cryin'
And I'll get you anything
Yeah
I like your skinny jeans baby
Oh shit yeah
Tell me where the f*ck we livin' in?
Man I just seen them kids poppin' pills
And they all tryna be tough
Man they won't face you off
I'll throw them hands but I got a 9 like Jamal
I ran up 'em digits now my money is tall
You full of bullshit we know your money is small
I ain't vegan nigga I'm lookin' for all the beef
But you better tell 'em I don't f*ck with pigs
Any nigga wanna play we make 'em grief
I'll tell you what (huh)
I don't f*ck with you man (nah)
Baby come home again (yeah)
And don't forget your friend (huh)
Mmm
Don't you remember what you used to tell me?
I know you want it
I know you want me
I like it better when you smilin'
I hate when you cryin'
And I'll get you anything
Yeah
I like your skinny jeans baby
Oouh yeah
I ain't been home in a week
And I see all 'em flashlights yeah they takin' pics
Now they screamin' out loud just to catch them flicks
I was outside just to catch them licks
(Yeah mmm)
Just to catch them licks
I was a menace
I came off from nothin'
Now a young nigga famous he rappin'
They hoping he die
They watchin' me now
Them niggas lookin' so we put 'em on side
They were not straight so I left 'em on write
Pocket watchin' and we shoot 'em on sight
Yeah uhh
I'm really 'bout the life I rap about
You niggas some pussy what happened now?
Talkin' is cheap mane you know that right?
And your girl in the room say she wanna pipe
I got all these bitches sayin' I'm their type
Oouh
Ain't even ever caught me cheating once
Girl I know I haven't been there in months
Aye oh
You be on some toxic shit oh I know what's that about
And you can't play a player baby stop actin' out
And you ain't gonna teach me the game
You the poison I'm the antidote no doubt (yeah)
I'll tell you what (huh)
I don't f*ck with you man (nah)
Baby come home again (yeah)
And don't forget your friend (huh)
Mmm
Don't you remember what you used to tell me?
I know you want it
I know you want me
I like it better when you smilin'
I hate when you cryin'
And I'll get you anything
Yeah
I like your skinny jeans baby
Oh shit yeah
Tell me where the f*ck we livin' in?
Man I just seen them kids poppin' pills
And they all tryna be tough
Man they won't face you off
I'll throw them hands but I got a 9 like Jamal
I ran up 'em digits now my money is tall
You full of bullshit we know your money is small
I ain't vegan nigga I'm lookin' for all the beef
But you better tell 'em I don't f*ck with pigs
Any nigga wanna play we make 'em grief
Writer: Syuh Skeema
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