Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dem Jeans , by - Migos. Release date: 01.02.2016
Song language: English
Dem Jeans |
| Girl, what’s your sign? |
| I pull up right on time |
| «She don’t fuck with broke niggas», you sit on the sideline |
| Back your ass up, whip that booty, and rewind |
| I just want to see what’s in 'em jeans like Ginuwine |
| What’s in 'em jeans? |
| What’s in 'em jeans? |
| Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline |
| What’s in 'em jeans? |
| What’s in 'em jeans? |
| All my pretty girls scream, «Pretty Gang» |
| Broke boys always talking 'bout |
| How many hoes they fuck, how many bitches they got |
| But we really wanna know how many coins you got |
| If you talking 'bout your rap, how many songs you got? |
| This for my bitches, all my bad bitches |
| Only if you independent and after your riches |
| She a old lady got a young nigga in the corner |
| Young nigga hit it right and smoked that good marijuana |
| She’ll have you in the club mad, everybody want her |
| I think I like her persona, Victoria’s Secret aroma |
| Late night at the Aroma, I took her home and I bone her |
| She screwed up in the Corolla, got her drunk of Coronas |
| Jewelry colder than Polar, I’m high like the Solar |
| She took it more than Oprah, make it clap like Magnolia |
| It’s the first time you seen her, and she act like she know ya |
| That’s her motive, she burst that wallet open, so I had to ask her |
| Girl, what’s your sign? |
| I pull up right on time |
| «She don’t fuck with broke niggas», you sit on the sideline |
| Back your ass up, whip that booty, and rewind |
| I just want to see what’s in 'em jeans like Ginuwine |
| What’s in 'em jeans? |
| What’s in 'em jeans? |
| Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline |
| What’s in 'em jeans? |
| What’s in 'em jeans? |
| All my pretty girls scream, «Pretty Gang» |
| I asked her what’s her sign, she told me, «Gemini» |
| I told her, «Girl, you lying, that’s the same sign as mine» |
| But anyway, never mind, back to the subject, «You fine» |
| I’m tryna see if in them jeans Ginuwine |
| And she don’t like broke boys, broke boys ain’t making no noise |
| Walk around with a check like Floyd, she licking at me looking gorgeous |
| Pinky ring the size of orbit, broke boys can’t afford it |
| Look in my pockets on Orbit, I’m a free man no Morgan |
| Man, you can go to my mansion, it got six stories |
| Hop in the Lam' and drop the top like the Headless Horseman |
| Telling me stories of her and a broke boy divorce |
| Honestly, I can care less, baby, that ain’t important |
| I like how them jeans look tight, they show your panties |
| Walking 'round the club got these broke boys panic |
| When she walk in public, people turn to a mannequin |
| She done killed the whole club, call the ambulance |
| Girl, what’s your sign? |
| I pull up right on time |
| «She don’t fuck with broke niggas», you sit on the sideline |
| Back your ass up, whip that booty, and rewind |
| I just want to see what’s in 'em jeans like Ginuwine |
| What’s in 'em jeans? |
| What’s in 'em jeans? |
| Bay, you make that booty bend like trampoline |
| What’s in 'em jeans? |
| What’s in 'em jeans? |
| All my pretty girls scream, «Pretty Gang» |