jase harley – ripped jeans lyrics
[chorus]
i been up on ripped jeans before the bloggers
rockin’ my jimmys, fresh in my carters
she makin’ her -ss jump jump out of her joggers
we up in the big league, she f-ck with the ballers
i been up on ripped jeans before the bloggers
rockin’ my jimmys, fresh in my carters
she makin’ her -ss jump jump out of her joggers
we up in the big league, she f-ck with the ballers
[verse 1]
i been up on ripped jeans, cut ’em up ’til it’s swiss cheese
been on it since fifteen, back when your cell had the flip screens, i mean
if she push up then i will finesse
get dm’s from your girl and your lil sis
she said you gon’ stress if she send a text
she delete the message like an etch-a-sketch
i keep on top of all the fashions
but stay on the low like the captions
so read it and weep, no obituary
bag a b-tch and ditch her like a casket
i stay on the scene, f-ck the credit up to pay for the dream
built up the flow so i’m paid off the streams
cry me a river, i’m paid overseas
so my sales on deck, and they know the wave gon’ wreck
got my p-ssport check, outfit like my camera’s on set
don’t keep your battery low
you gon’ be mad you can’t snap with me after the show
what a tragedy bro
but thanks for the flattery man, i ain’t pay for like half of these clothes
[chorus]
i been up on ripped jeans before the bloggers
rockin’ my jimmys, fresh in my carters
she makin’ her -ss jump jump out of her joggers
we up in the big league, she f-ck with the ballers
i been up on ripped jeans before the bloggers
rockin’ my jimmys, fresh in my carters
she makin’ her -ss jump jump out of her joggers
we up in the big league, she f-ck with the ballers
[verse 2]
i been up on ripped jeans, so ill need a sick leave
sweet as your sixteen, brush haters off like the sistine, i mean
it’s clockwork when she comes through
she on my d-ck, that’s twelve noon
shake her walls, make the bells move
i’m in her box like she sells shoes
pay less for the sh-t i got, i’m pickin’ cities while you pickin’ socks
half-court with the last call, know the bartender so i’m gettin’ shots
all net when the chef cook, finger roll with the best kush
n-gga need some work like your left hook
yo this sh-t loud as thunder, no westbrook
and i need some heat in the winter, flyin’ back with a tan
she sent an emoji with the mouth open and an eggplant so i followed the ‘gram
d-mn i left the battery low
she gon’ be mad she can’t snap with me after the show
what a tragedy ho
but thanks for the flattery girl, i ain’t pay for like half of these clothes
[chorus]
i been up on ripped jeans before the bloggers
rockin’ my jimmys, fresh in my carters
she makin’ her -ss jump jump out of her joggers
we up in the big league, she f-ck with the ballers
i been up on
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