"DENIM BLUES" lyrics
I told my partner that we gon' be straight if we stick to the play through the summer and cold
Three summers straight, I was back at the base, tryna find me a way I could fit through the hole
Can't play it safe when you new to the game, I'ma take me a risk with these niggas and hoes
Play in my face, and I'm playing in yours
Promise, I'm smarter than niggas suppose
Go, shawty, you know what it is with a nigga, I'm only outside to get rich (Get rich)
And that's truly a hundred percent (Percent)
I don't give me a fuck 'bout a bitch
So when you asking about me, don't worry about all my logistics and who I be with (On God)
Keeping it cute when it's ugly as shit
Because I know exactly how doggies can get
I'm swimmin' with sharks in the water, my baby
I fucked over two hundred daughters, my baby
I really don't fuck with the culture, my baby
I'm bigger than all of them vultures, my baby (Baby)
This is my callin', my baby
Don't really give fucks what you call it, my baby (Baby)
I don't be talkin', my baby
I'm spreadin' out knowledge for profit, my baby
My bitch don't look like you, my clique don't look like you
We both got VVSs, mine bust a different groove
Drop-tops and automatics, crop tops, Balenci' shoes
One time, I dreamt of this, woke up and made it true
Bossed up, I paid my dues
You don't like me, I chuck my deuce
First time, I pulled up with two
This time, I brought my crew
Back then, I learned my lessons, dropped out, and said, "Fuck my school"
Got trust in my religion, fresh starch on denim blues, ha
I could be dead or alive and complaining, but one thing about me, I'm never complacent (On God)
We could be brothers and sisters and all the above, but the business ain't nothin' adjacent (Facts)
Shit, from the start, I was playing my part, I knew time and a place, and I wasn't gon' waste it (Ha)
I'm tryna make two hundred on occasions
These niggas too lazy to step out they basement, lil' nigga
Oh shit, I'm understanding why niggas so broke, 'cause they busy impressing my old bitch
Think that gave you motion? I won't touch that with a pole stick
I'm in the kitchen, too busy to listen to you showing fake love
Bae, call up 5, tell him, "Hit up the 'K plug"
I need a K that's gon' read out the pay one, nigga
Tell Kai to hit me, it's easy to spot 'em
I'm knowing that half of these niggas impostors
Shit looking great, I seen niggas be clicking off mutual hate for a nigga who poppin'
Either respond or keep stuffin' my pockets
I think we both know which one the better option
'Cause I know if I pull up with some pape', all these niggas gon' sing out Hakuna Matata, I promise
My bitch don't look like you, my clique don't look like you (Nigga, I promise, I'll pull out some pape')
We both got VVSs, mine bust a different groove (All these niggas singing Hakuna Matata)
Drop-tops and automatics, crop tops, Balenci' shoes (Money make the world go around, make these niggas act like girls)
One time, I dreamt of this (What else?), woke up and made it true (Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes)
Bossed up, I paid my dues
You don't like me, I chuck my deuce
First time, I pulled up with two
This time, I brought my crew
Back then, I learned my lessons, dropped out, and said, "Fuck my school"
Got trust in my religion, fresh starch on denim blues, ha
Three summers straight, I was back at the base, tryna find me a way I could fit through the hole
Can't play it safe when you new to the game, I'ma take me a risk with these niggas and hoes
Play in my face, and I'm playing in yours
Promise, I'm smarter than niggas suppose
Go, shawty, you know what it is with a nigga, I'm only outside to get rich (Get rich)
And that's truly a hundred percent (Percent)
I don't give me a fuck 'bout a bitch
So when you asking about me, don't worry about all my logistics and who I be with (On God)
Keeping it cute when it's ugly as shit
Because I know exactly how doggies can get
I'm swimmin' with sharks in the water, my baby
I fucked over two hundred daughters, my baby
I really don't fuck with the culture, my baby
I'm bigger than all of them vultures, my baby (Baby)
This is my callin', my baby
Don't really give fucks what you call it, my baby (Baby)
I don't be talkin', my baby
I'm spreadin' out knowledge for profit, my baby
My bitch don't look like you, my clique don't look like you
We both got VVSs, mine bust a different groove
Drop-tops and automatics, crop tops, Balenci' shoes
One time, I dreamt of this, woke up and made it true
Bossed up, I paid my dues
You don't like me, I chuck my deuce
First time, I pulled up with two
This time, I brought my crew
Back then, I learned my lessons, dropped out, and said, "Fuck my school"
Got trust in my religion, fresh starch on denim blues, ha
I could be dead or alive and complaining, but one thing about me, I'm never complacent (On God)
We could be brothers and sisters and all the above, but the business ain't nothin' adjacent (Facts)
Shit, from the start, I was playing my part, I knew time and a place, and I wasn't gon' waste it (Ha)
I'm tryna make two hundred on occasions
These niggas too lazy to step out they basement, lil' nigga
Oh shit, I'm understanding why niggas so broke, 'cause they busy impressing my old bitch
Think that gave you motion? I won't touch that with a pole stick
I'm in the kitchen, too busy to listen to you showing fake love
Bae, call up 5, tell him, "Hit up the 'K plug"
I need a K that's gon' read out the pay one, nigga
Tell Kai to hit me, it's easy to spot 'em
I'm knowing that half of these niggas impostors
Shit looking great, I seen niggas be clicking off mutual hate for a nigga who poppin'
Either respond or keep stuffin' my pockets
I think we both know which one the better option
'Cause I know if I pull up with some pape', all these niggas gon' sing out Hakuna Matata, I promise
My bitch don't look like you, my clique don't look like you (Nigga, I promise, I'll pull out some pape')
We both got VVSs, mine bust a different groove (All these niggas singing Hakuna Matata)
Drop-tops and automatics, crop tops, Balenci' shoes (Money make the world go around, make these niggas act like girls)
One time, I dreamt of this (What else?), woke up and made it true (Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes)
Bossed up, I paid my dues
You don't like me, I chuck my deuce
First time, I pulled up with two
This time, I brought my crew
Back then, I learned my lessons, dropped out, and said, "Fuck my school"
Got trust in my religion, fresh starch on denim blues, ha
