Saggy Denim

作词 : Destiny Frasqueri

作曲 : Brandon Tillman/Destiny Frasqueri/Raul Gonzalez

Saggy denim, 1995

I be all in 'em, L.L on the side

In my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein

Ooh baby, ooh baby, I love to get fly

Gotta get 'em Ralph Lauren denim

Patches on that ass, my ass a good fitting

1995, I'ma listen to Sublime

Drink that 40oz. to Freedom to the day that I die

Gonna listen me Selena, drink a 40 a cry

Gonna roll me up a Beamer, I'ma go and get high

While it's 1995, getting fly to pass the time

Imma slip up from behind while he go and buy that wine

We ain't looking at the time, don't nobody got a phone

We gon' kick it in the park and we ain't never going home

Culy Culkin, Home Alone, while I'm smoking on a bone

New York City is my throne and I love to call it home

Saggy denim, 1995

I be all in 'em, L.L on the side

In my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein

Ooh baby, ooh baby, I love to get fly

I speak that Guala Guala, that peso, pound, and dollar

That oocjie walla walla polo rican mama mama

Come holla at ya Gualla, they hootin and they holla

That platano banana, roll my **** in my fanta

I speak that Guala Guala

That Spanish hoochie mama

That Puerto Rican drama

That shit you, pay me, nana

I care about my comma

I got a code of honor

I smoke the bestest shit

Shout out my plug and farmer

I speak that mira mira

That mira, oye linda

That vien aqui mi'jita

Tu eres mi chiquita

I grew up in the projects with nasty stairs and halls

The ghetto has no censor and I done seen it all

That's why I see your cause

And I see your flaws

But I see that you a G, and yeah, you be a boss

Hood chick with some raid tricks

You get either/or

coin stick on my main chick, don't you need a door

So I'ma leave alone

Ice cream and the cone

leave in the L-O-V-E, with baggy jeans is on

And you know me, I be in leaves with some sneakers on

revery rides when the rest of them slides, slide slow

Destiny rides by me blowin'

*** in the sky to the extent that we high

Born in the same place, took a minute to find ya

I'm tryin' but you tryin' to say my time's up

And I've lied enough

I haven't tried enough

So I gotta say some shit before this rhyme is up

Des, my love

My thug, my drug

When I gon' make my mind up

Saggy denim, 1995

I be all in 'em, L.L on the side

With my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein

Ooh baby, ooh baby, I love to get fly

The red and blue, yellow and white too

1992, campus, we row crew

Windbreakers with my 40 acres

Chillin like the quakers I roll through with mad flavors

Went from philly dutches papers