Designer Jeans ft. True Story Gee Lyrics

Woah

Keep these ad libs

Ok Lou

Woah

You know the money be calling me

I'm a pick up

I know you want love

Can't give you all of me

Stood in the rain all alone on my own

What do you want from me

Thoughts in my head about some shit I done saw

If I tell ya you wouldn't believe

You cannot read me

I make it look easy

But I wear my heart on my sleeve

Put a few bands in my momma account

I could've got new VV

Nigga was talking about slide

But ain't no nigga go slide on me

Stuck in the mud for a while climbed out

Thought you was proud of me

Thought the love was beyond more than some new designer things

Put you in Prada jeans

You better move like you excited to find out about it I cause a scene

I got a fine

I'm ready to pop

Bitch watch how you talking to me

Watch how you talking to me

Breaking my heart

But you called me a king

That is a shame

The way that you losing me

I was so rare

Just to be fair

Lately I'm feeling like meek

Chasing my dreams

I don't need all of your energy

Surrounding me

Had to glow up

Now I'm all on my own

I was the prophecy

But I'm still hurting how you left me

I keep calling

But you blocking

Where the love

Why you stalling

I guess Cupid missed his target

I guess my heart was your target

That's the reason why you shot it

Reason why you shot it

Reason why you