Blue Jeans (Smims & Belle Remix) (ft. Azealia Banks)
Blue jeans, white shirtWalked into the room, you know you made my eyes burnIt was like James Dean for sureYou so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancerYou were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hopBut you fit me better than my favourite sweater and I knowGangster, I knowGangster, I knowGangster,Gangster, gangster
Gangster, gangster, gangster, gangsterGangster, gangster, gangster, gangsterGangster,
Let's goTell me what that boy's dueI'm a bad girl, if you wanted that one tooMy american dream in jeans or blueKeep it cool, like crushed ice cubes or ...For loneliness in the foreign coupeIn the blue range across my viewLet the crush ... hang tooAin't nothing said about his movesAnd will talk.. sometimes tooLet you follow my light time, sunshine through... in bow tiesWhips and handcuffs, tied them aboveLike living, like ...Both wanna die, nope, live in the dangerBody to the spot, put it down like an anchorHardcore bottle check the mortar, it was amberCatching like fever, hot JamaicaReal move, boy, no problem in ...Money ... about getting this paperTrue feat truly lied down with his flamerReally like this flavorWanna slow dance with the devilThe look of an angelTook a small chance with the rebelNow my pleasure's amazingNow we shooting the lasers... the hatersGangsters not red, I make themGangsters not dead, I raise themGangster
Gangsters not deadGangsters not red, I make themGangsters not dead, I raise themSay you'll rememberSay you'll rememberGangstersGangsters
GangstersSay you'll remember