BLACK JEANS, WHITE T-SHIRT

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[Intro] Punish me my DJ, Jimi Hendrix on my feature So many sins (Yeah, yeah), you should call my preacher [Verse 1] Yeah, I wanna take a shot of this, I know you want some foreign weed Hentai love you, my private plane is boarding You ride past the shore in sexy car, we're never walking (Nah) Heaven lost two people, he is never fucking you (Ah) Ride me like a derby horse, feel without us stopping here Fancy restaurants, sprinkle me with all this topping Dress in shorts that's ripped because your legs are so flawless We look so damn important to parade, I'm gon' record this [Hook] Clap if you're single, I can see the bigger picture Punish me my DJ, Jimi Hendrix on my feature Black jeans, white t-shirt — we only get richer So many sins (Yeah, yeah), you should call my preacher Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt on my body [?] skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt [Gotta love me] I'm like Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt With my homies, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fresh Tommy, Tommy [Verse 2] Always wanna party, go faster that Bugatti Wipe my ass while I'm escorted with my super hottie (Money) Girlfriends swarm like honey, my girlfriend's on our money Blondes in the morning, oh, I'm such a boujee hoe Oh, damn, I'm lucky 'cause she go play with Tommy I drive such a Porsche she named me Crash Dummy Her chest feel so comfy, kisses are so yummy (Mmm) Everything in rainbow, I'm a Teletubby (Tinky Winky) [Hook] Clap if you're single, I can see the bigger picture Punish me my DJ, Jimi Hendrix on my feature Black jeans, white t-shirt — we only get richer So many sins (Yeah, yeah), you should call my preacher Skrrt, skrrt (Ooh-la-la) Skrrt on my body (Ooh-la-la) [?] skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Ooh-la-la) Gotta love me (Ooh-la-la) I'm like Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt (Ooh-la-la) With my homies, yeah (Ooh-la-la) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ya-ya-ya, ooh-la [Bridge] (Always wanna be like you) Pika, pika (Always wanna be like you) [Outro] Psycho bad bitch, I had to Hitchcock on it I say keep up in this, in the set black sun, yeah Natural born killers, yeah, we be showing off Always better than it was before, call this our year (Our year) Our year, (Our year) our year Natural born killers, yeah, we be showing off Always better than it was before, call this our year Our year, our year Our year, our year Natural born killers, yeah, we be showing off Always better than it was before, call this our year Natural born killers, yeah, we be showing off Our year
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Credits
- Writers
- Boys Noize
- Tommy Cash