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dream caster - jeans lyrics

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[intro: woody]
shorty, you look so good in those jeans, take ’em off
i be f+cked up at the crib off a lot
popped a xan, hold my hand baby
she sucked my d+ck at my wheel uh
is that dj phat? n+gga, run that back

[chorus: woody]
shorty, you look so good in those jeans, take ’em off
i be f+cked up at the crib off a lot
popped a xan, hold my hand baby
she sucked my d+ck at my wheel, uh
i keep a gun in my g star je+ yea
i don’t see why they won’t be us
i rock a show, i told ’em f+ck us
and all these b+tches wanna f+ck us (dj phat, ahh man)

[verse 1: kudz]
you wear whole lotta jeans tucked (yea)
she suck my d+ck she put the seat up
twin sisters treeshes, got the call ’em out i need her
ballin’ out the lean, i love the racks is my demeanor (the racks is my demeanor, love the racks is my demeanor)
the 20 pack [?] chillin’ got my feet up (chillin’ got my feet up, chillin’ got my feet up)
just came onto the [?] but i’m really doin’ me, bruh

[verse 2: woody]
hit the [?] fall down
and my girl gon’ hold it down, she do that always
i don’t give a f+ck if you ain’t talking bout no pape’
i saw your whole clique, why you hanging with some rapists? (d+d+d+d+d+dj phat)
[chorus: woody]
shorty, you look so good in those jeans, take ’em off
i be f+cked up at the crib off a lot
popped a xan, hold my hand baby
she sucked my d+ck at my wheel, uh
i keep a gun in my g star je+ yea
i don’t see why they won’t be us
i rock a show, i told ’em f+ck us
and all these b+tches wanna f+ck us
so good in those jeans, take ’em off
i be f+cked up at the crib off a lot
popped a xan, hold my hand baby
she sucked my d+ck at my wheel, uh
i keep a gun in my g star je+ yea
i don’t see why they won’t be us
i rock a show, i told ’em f+ck us
and all these b+tches wanna f+ck us

[bridge: kudz]
the money like i’m racing it
goin’ crazy, i can’t lie, ain’t no b+tches i’m chasing
rollin’, i ain’t stopping, ain’t no hoe digging in my pocket
road running all day, don’t got no time, make up the profit

[outro: woody]
f+cked, f+cked up
i be with my bro and we f+cked up
i be with my+ f+cked up
crash on me love, its so up



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