Cricketz [feat. Tyga] (Squeaky Clean Version)

歌詞

Hey, Hey, New Boyz I remember when Pharell Used to rock the tight jeans With ice creams While ridin' his skateboard It was like sight seein' Too lame he was afraid to change If my middle finger could speak Then I'd say the same Nigga I'd state my name Call me legacy bitch Mrs. Sweetheart A.K.A. let me see tits Doin' too much like a marvel back flip Jeans stay skinny like I starve my fabric. Where the haters at? Heller I found you No, I don't give a F word about you iTune me, leave us alone Why don't you do you & go help a clone. Get it? Hey, another damn thing You'll never see me care about another man's jeans I don't even know, like all through the years Seem like everywhere I go The only thing that I hear is... Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans. Oh my God, why they jeans so tight? Oh my, oh my, Oh my God, why they jeans so tight? Like, Yeah I rock skinnys Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?} Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?} Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?} If you got something to say then please step up. {Ooh, they like Cricketz too} Look, I scoot back Let me give y'all your shot Now get money, best believe I'll get mine I see haters & I'm lookin' at 'em like Please, let me breathe Why y'all niggas hatin' on my skinny jeans Fresh kicks like I copped a magician You must be missin' The simple fact that I'm a get it You ain't with it, baggy clothin' outfits Brothers actin' stiff like cactus Comin' off hard but they soft like fabric They lying, saying they the best like Calvin They chose me, it's obvious I'm meant for the best Skinny jeans sag low & I know y'all know the rest I'm Ben J, fool, why these dudes wanna trip Even though I like to flash. Get it? Jerkin' in my kicks I'm a just keep it straight like no one else Bright colors is here, new boyz is near. Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans. Oh my God, why they jeans so tight? Oh my, oh my, Oh my God, why they jeans so tight? Like, Yeah I rock skinnys Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?} Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?} Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?} If you got something to say then please step up. [Tyga:] Ha, One verse wouldn't hurt Ha, get tighter as the ghost of Mike rises Tight jeans, naw nigga, I don't get hyphy. So you think you can dance in those fake nikes? Lock yo' old ass down, lil' Ryan icey I've been icey since minute maid made hi c's Tellin' me she Pisces Don't do signs do check signings Tyga Towmry, I'm what the power what the diamonds The fame will blind ya & bitch yeah I'm fuckin' blind See no evil, be low than 0's More funds to free throw House got the strip pole Skinny jeans at the door, girls got the speedos I'm grown, I don't do those New boys with new dough Other nigga's brunos Homey's with homos I'm young money, squat them GD copo I get the cheese after cheese, no, not yours Tiger man tighter like vatos, {na, na, na, na} Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans. Oh my God, why they jeans so tight? Oh my, oh my, Oh my God, why they jeans so tight? Like, Yeah I rock skinnys Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?} Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?} Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?} If you got something to say then please step up. {ooh, they like Cricketz too}