Undercover jeans just like my bitch, they from Japan
Undercover jeans just like my bitch, they from Japan
I be facin' QP's, while you smoke grams
He tried runnin' up on me, now he a new strain
I got two cars, steady spinnin' like they two fans
Knife on the AR, so I can cut these loose ends
She too dumb to understand me, she think I'm stupid
How y'all five deep and all together y'all got no bread?
It's lookin' like some acne, the beam up on his forehead
It ain't no stoppin' us, not even the red lights
You be cappin', while we do it in real life
I take another one if it make me feel right
Told the bitch to hit me up if she tryna get right
Or you can go and get left
Chain-smoking woods every time that I get head
Everyday a touchdown, ain't no football, it's the FedEx
AMG, filled with all these horses like it's Red Dead
I'm boutta hit a island, ridin' Porsches, f*ckin' foreigns
I got her on her knees like the bitch tryna worship
We bought all of the lean, now they sayin' it's a shortage
Tried runnin' up on me, now he layin' where the floor is
I told him pick his mans up, before he try diss me
We got CCs with CVVs and them Giffys
I hit the bitch just for the top, ain't no kissin'
I'm swipin' all these cards, I can't stop cause this shit green
I can't stop gettin' free bread
You gotta give ya car back when it's lease end
I just stepped in the club, brought the piece in
You be postin' racks from last year, show some recent
I get a bag and throw that shit up, like I'm bulimic
You tryna sound like me, I need a band for the preset
Same bitch that just kissed you, she gave me head
I just poured some red in my cup, bitch I see red
Undercover jeans just like my bitch, they from Japan
I be facin' QP's, while you smoke grams
He tried runnin' up on me, now he a new strain
I got two cars, steady spinnin' like they two fans
Knife on the AR, so I can cut these loose ends
She too dumb to understand me, she think I'm stupid
How y'all five deep and all together y'all got no bread?
It's lookin' like some acne, the beam up on his forehead
Bojack - Japan Lyrics
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Undercover jeans just like my bitch, they from Japan
Undercover jeans just like my bitch, they from Japan
I be facin' QP's, while you smoke grams
He tried runnin' up on me, now he a new strain
I got two cars, steady spinnin' like they two fans
Knife on the AR, so I can cut these loose ends
She too dumb to understand me, she think I'm stupid
How y'all five deep and all together y'all got no bread?
It's lookin' like some acne, the beam up on his forehead
It ain't no stoppin' us, not even the red lights
You be cappin', while we do it in real life
I take another one if it make me feel right
Told the bitch to hit me up if she tryna get right
Or you can go and get left
Chain-smoking woods every time that I get head
Everyday a touchdown, ain't no football, it's the FedEx
AMG, filled with all these horses like it's Red Dead
I'm boutta hit a island, ridin' Porsches, f*ckin' foreigns
I got her on her knees like the bitch tryna worship
We bought all of the lean, now they sayin' it's a shortage
Tried runnin' up on me, now he layin' where the floor is
I told him pick his mans up, before he try diss me
We got CCs with CVVs and them Giffys
I hit the bitch just for the top, ain't no kissin'
I'm swipin' all these cards, I can't stop cause this shit green
I can't stop gettin' free bread
You gotta give ya car back when it's lease end
I just stepped in the club, brought the piece in
You be postin' racks from last year, show some recent
I get a bag and throw that shit up, like I'm bulimic
You tryna sound like me, I need a band for the preset
Same bitch that just kissed you, she gave me head
I just poured some red in my cup, bitch I see red
Undercover jeans just like my bitch, they from Japan
I be facin' QP's, while you smoke grams
He tried runnin' up on me, now he a new strain
I got two cars, steady spinnin' like they two fans
Knife on the AR, so I can cut these loose ends
She too dumb to understand me, she think I'm stupid
How y'all five deep and all together y'all got no bread?
It's lookin' like some acne, the beam up on his forehead
Undercover jeans just like my bitch, they from Japan
I be facin' QP's, while you smoke grams
He tried runnin' up on me, now he a new strain
I got two cars, steady spinnin' like they two fans
Knife on the AR, so I can cut these loose ends
She too dumb to understand me, she think I'm stupid
How y'all five deep and all together y'all got no bread?
It's lookin' like some acne, the beam up on his forehead
It ain't no stoppin' us, not even the red lights
You be cappin', while we do it in real life
I take another one if it make me feel right
Told the bitch to hit me up if she tryna get right
Or you can go and get left
Chain-smoking woods every time that I get head
Everyday a touchdown, ain't no football, it's the FedEx
AMG, filled with all these horses like it's Red Dead
I'm boutta hit a island, ridin' Porsches, f*ckin' foreigns
I got her on her knees like the bitch tryna worship
We bought all of the lean, now they sayin' it's a shortage
Tried runnin' up on me, now he layin' where the floor is
I told him pick his mans up, before he try diss me
We got CCs with CVVs and them Giffys
I hit the bitch just for the top, ain't no kissin'
I'm swipin' all these cards, I can't stop cause this shit green
I can't stop gettin' free bread
You gotta give ya car back when it's lease end
I just stepped in the club, brought the piece in
You be postin' racks from last year, show some recent
I get a bag and throw that shit up, like I'm bulimic
You tryna sound like me, I need a band for the preset
Same bitch that just kissed you, she gave me head
I just poured some red in my cup, bitch I see red
Undercover jeans just like my bitch, they from Japan
I be facin' QP's, while you smoke grams
He tried runnin' up on me, now he a new strain
I got two cars, steady spinnin' like they two fans
Knife on the AR, so I can cut these loose ends
She too dumb to understand me, she think I'm stupid
How y'all five deep and all together y'all got no bread?
It's lookin' like some acne, the beam up on his forehead
Writer: Boj Ack
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