Brevin Kim, Biv - Pale Jean lyrics
[Brevin Kim, Biv - Pale Jean lyrics]
Pale jean with your team
You ain't what you seem
Keep it clean, fuck you mean?
You been runnin' things?
How it feel to be a sheep?
You a fuckin' feign can't feel a thing
Send you packin' to your fuckin' dreams
Hard work pays off so you taken off?
Play it soft
Take your shot, you better kill me dog
Face built like a frog, you a fuckin' fraud
Your granny suck me off
Just so pops can rub one off
Talkin' all that shit
You won't let it rip, who you kid?
Sucka punk, bitch talk like you flip shit
Nobody save yo shit or damn near give a shit
That money burn up quick
Mad cause my dick bigger
Than your fuckin' chicks
Things ok at home? Why you flex a tone?
That you can't control i just wanna know
Get to steppin' hoe reapin' what you sow
Rest in peace to what you know
Perception got you froze i'm in a low
You won't breathe up in this hoe
I see through the shit, prick
Think you fuckin' slick?
You ain't catchin' shit
But stiff dick to ya fuckin' chin
Bummy hittin' licks why you salty bitch?
On my dick you gone swallow up my kids
And save some for your bitch
Everyone talk bout the same shit
Flashin' that money like Dame did
You got no cash and got no clip
Pistol up under your fuckin' lip
I take your mama and fuckin' dip
I got your granny up on my hip
She got a bad hip
Turn that bag to a bad bitch
Where that pistol at? Where them issues at?
I’ma get the mac i’ma hit your back
Throw your temple back put a dent in that
Need a dental cap nice rental pussy
Mama prolly bought your whip
Daddy prolly packed your lunch
Your bitch wanna ride my shit
We do numbers, she a thirsty fuck
Big clout big mouth
But you shy when you pull up
You ain't what you seem
Keep it clean, fuck you mean?
You been runnin' things?
How it feel to be a sheep?
You a fuckin' feign can't feel a thing
Send you packin' to your fuckin' dreams
Hard work pays off so you taken off?
Play it soft
Take your shot, you better kill me dog
Face built like a frog, you a fuckin' fraud
Your granny suck me off
Just so pops can rub one off
Talkin' all that shit
You won't let it rip, who you kid?
Sucka punk, bitch talk like you flip shit
Nobody save yo shit or damn near give a shit
That money burn up quick
Mad cause my dick bigger
Than your fuckin' chicks
Things ok at home? Why you flex a tone?
That you can't control i just wanna know
Get to steppin' hoe reapin' what you sow
Rest in peace to what you know
Perception got you froze i'm in a low
You won't breathe up in this hoe
I see through the shit, prick
Think you fuckin' slick?
You ain't catchin' shit
But stiff dick to ya fuckin' chin
Bummy hittin' licks why you salty bitch?
On my dick you gone swallow up my kids
And save some for your bitch
Everyone talk bout the same shit
Flashin' that money like Dame did
You got no cash and got no clip
Pistol up under your fuckin' lip
I take your mama and fuckin' dip
I got your granny up on my hip
She got a bad hip
Turn that bag to a bad bitch
Where that pistol at? Where them issues at?
I’ma get the mac i’ma hit your back
Throw your temple back put a dent in that
Need a dental cap nice rental pussy
Mama prolly bought your whip
Daddy prolly packed your lunch
Your bitch wanna ride my shit
We do numbers, she a thirsty fuck
Big clout big mouth
But you shy when you pull up