Japan Lyrics

Denim from Japan, my bitch from Japan

T-shirt is from Italy, hoodie is from France

I just called my mans, he hit up your mans

I just want the Percocets no more taking Xans

We in a foreign land, we fuck in the sand

We don't fuck with condoms she get tested when she land

She know I'm the man, she fuck with the brand

I get to them M&M's bitch I think I'm Stan

Japanese denim, blue and green in 'em

Same nigga but that paper make me seem different

Show me you love me if you mean it I Celine it

Come where the grass is greener I'm the one better believe it

I'm him luckily, they can't fuck with me

They look sus to me, bet they run from me

Look like Fashion Week but know I got a gun with me

I'm a get there when I get there bitch stop rushin' me

Denim from Japan, my bitch from Japan

T-shirt is from Italy, hoodie is from France

I just called my mans, he hit up your mans

I just want the Percocets no more taking Xans

We in a foreign land, we fuck in the sand

We don't fuck with condoms she get tested when she land

She know I'm the man, she fuck with the brand

I get to them M&M's bitch I think I'm Stan

If I wine and dine her, gotta style her

Vintage Prada, the nostalgia

I ain't never ever change had to remind her

The service bad in St. Lucia they can't find us

Her passport got a stamp

Fucked her like a tramp, I'm the people's champ

Durk in front the people like it's legal they can't catch me

Got too many horses in the Bimmer this bitch heavy!

Denim from Japan, my bitch from Japan

T-shirt is from Italy, hoodie is from France

I just called my mans, he hit up your mans

I just want the Percocets no more taking Xans

We in a foreign land, we fuck in the sand

We don't fuck with condoms she get tested when she land

She know I'm the man, she fuck with the brand

I get to them M&M's bitch I think I'm Stan

Denim Japan, bitch Japan

T-shirt Italy, hoodie France

I'm the man