Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Pull up in a drop-top looking all clean
And I got on Off-White looking like cream
She say she wanna f*ck and suck me with no strings
Leaning on the X tryna balance it with weed
Think about flying to Belize
Take a nigga bitch and I let her fly with me
But I will never ever ever let her get between
Mob ties
New lights on the Benz looking cock eyed
On the southside
In the coupe sippin' lean, eating Popeyes
Got a Glock
Young nigga MOB had to pop off
Shit'll get hostile
Make a nigga her star
Any given time and
Rolls Rolex not the Timex
She living like an omelet
Word on the street nigga I'm next
Whip it like a Pyrex
I can take a lot of jets
F*ck a hoe, we gon' have a lot of sex
We gon' count a lot of checks
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Now the big booty bitch sucking my soul
Still rocking Off-White, Mr VLone
Freaky lil' bitch tryna follow me home
Told the lil' foe I could smell his cologne
I was just smoking me a zone
Got on all gold but I'ma tote me some chrome
And a hunnid racks on a show now we on
Huncho
New 2020 Benz need it pronto
With a thick hoe
We in NYC smoking Fonto
Gotta deep throat
Make a nigga run in the Chanel store
I let her bring her friend over
We go and f*ck the gun store
I gotta keep a Latex
F*ckin' on a thot having safe sex
A nigga never play that
Running up and down counting paychecks
Racks I'ma make that
I made it out the projects
Poppin' that nigga, never had shit
Now a nigga fly jets
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Gunna - A$$ Lyrics
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Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Pull up in a drop-top looking all clean
And I got on Off-White looking like cream
She say she wanna f*ck and suck me with no strings
Leaning on the X tryna balance it with weed
Think about flying to Belize
Take a nigga bitch and I let her fly with me
But I will never ever ever let her get between
Mob ties
New lights on the Benz looking cock eyed
On the southside
In the coupe sippin' lean, eating Popeyes
Got a Glock
Young nigga MOB had to pop off
Shit'll get hostile
Make a nigga her star
Any given time and
Rolls Rolex not the Timex
She living like an omelet
Word on the street nigga I'm next
Whip it like a Pyrex
I can take a lot of jets
F*ck a hoe, we gon' have a lot of sex
We gon' count a lot of checks
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Now the big booty bitch sucking my soul
Still rocking Off-White, Mr VLone
Freaky lil' bitch tryna follow me home
Told the lil' foe I could smell his cologne
I was just smoking me a zone
Got on all gold but I'ma tote me some chrome
And a hunnid racks on a show now we on
Huncho
New 2020 Benz need it pronto
With a thick hoe
We in NYC smoking Fonto
Gotta deep throat
Make a nigga run in the Chanel store
I let her bring her friend over
We go and f*ck the gun store
I gotta keep a Latex
F*ckin' on a thot having safe sex
A nigga never play that
Running up and down counting paychecks
Racks I'ma make that
I made it out the projects
Poppin' that nigga, never had shit
Now a nigga fly jets
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Pull up in a drop-top looking all clean
And I got on Off-White looking like cream
She say she wanna f*ck and suck me with no strings
Leaning on the X tryna balance it with weed
Think about flying to Belize
Take a nigga bitch and I let her fly with me
But I will never ever ever let her get between
Mob ties
New lights on the Benz looking cock eyed
On the southside
In the coupe sippin' lean, eating Popeyes
Got a Glock
Young nigga MOB had to pop off
Shit'll get hostile
Make a nigga her star
Any given time and
Rolls Rolex not the Timex
She living like an omelet
Word on the street nigga I'm next
Whip it like a Pyrex
I can take a lot of jets
F*ck a hoe, we gon' have a lot of sex
We gon' count a lot of checks
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Now the big booty bitch sucking my soul
Still rocking Off-White, Mr VLone
Freaky lil' bitch tryna follow me home
Told the lil' foe I could smell his cologne
I was just smoking me a zone
Got on all gold but I'ma tote me some chrome
And a hunnid racks on a show now we on
Huncho
New 2020 Benz need it pronto
With a thick hoe
We in NYC smoking Fonto
Gotta deep throat
Make a nigga run in the Chanel store
I let her bring her friend over
We go and f*ck the gun store
I gotta keep a Latex
F*ckin' on a thot having safe sex
A nigga never play that
Running up and down counting paychecks
Racks I'ma make that
I made it out the projects
Poppin' that nigga, never had shit
Now a nigga fly jets
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Baby got ass in them jeans
Baby got ass in them jeans
Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline
Dickin' you down, grabbing your weave
And I got some racks, pocket full of green
Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass
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Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes