Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saggy Denim, artist - Princess Nokia. Album song 1992 Deluxe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Saggy Denim |
Saggy denim, 1995 |
I be all in 'em, L. L on the side |
In my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein |
Ooh baby, ooh baby, I love to get fly |
Gotta get 'em Ralph Lauren denim |
Patches on that ass, my ass a good fitting |
1995, I’ma listen to Sublime |
Drink that 40oz. |
to Freedom to the day that I die |
Gonna listen me Selena, drink a 40 a cry |
Gonna roll me up a Beamer, I’ma go and get high |
While it’s 1995, getting fly to pass the time |
I’ma slip up from behind while he go and buy that wine |
We ain’t looking at the time, don’t nobody got a phone |
We gon' kick it in the park and we ain’t never going home |
Culy Culkin, Home Alone, while I’m smoking on a bone |
New York City is my throne and I love to call it home |
Saggy denim, 1995 |
I be all in 'em, L. L on the side |
In my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein |
Ooh baby, ooh baby, I love to get fly |
I speak that Gualla Gualla, that peso, pound, and dollar |
That oocjie walla walla polo rican mama mama |
Come holla at ya Gualla, they hootin and they holla |
That platano banana, roll my weed in my fanta |
I speak that Gualla Gualla |
That Spanish hoochie mama |
That Puerto Rican drama |
That fuck you, pay me, nana |
I care about my comma |
I got a code of honor |
I smoke the bestest weed |
Shout out my plug and farmer |
I speak that mira mira |
That mira, oye linda |
That vien aqui mi’jita |
Tu eres mi chiquita |
I grew up in the projects with nasty stairs and halls |
The ghetto has no censor and I done seen it all |
That’s why I see your cause |
And I see your flaws |
But I see that you a G, and yeah, you be a boss |
Good chick with some rad tricks |
main chick |
So I’ma leave alone |
Ice cream and the cone |
L-O-V-E, baggy jeans is on |
And you know me, I be sneakers on |
slow |
Destiny rides by me blowin |
Sex in the sky to the extent that we high |
Born in the same place, took a minute to find ya |
I’m tryin but you tryin to say my time’s up |
And I’ve lied enough |
I haven’t tried enough |
So I gotta say some shit before this rhyme is up |
Des, my love |
My thug, my drug |
When I gon' make my mind up |
Saggy denim, 1995 |
I be all in 'em, L. L on the side |
With my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein |
Ooh baby, ooh baby, I love to get fly |
The red and blue, yellow and white too |
1992, campus, we row crew |
Windbreakers with my 40 acres |
Chillin like the quakers I roll through with mad flavors |
Went from philly dutches papers |