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Hell na hoe I dont wear tight pants, shit them skinny jeans way smaller than my wife pants, nope I wont rock that shit cant wear skinny jeans cuz the gloc wont fit, Like a scalp scabbin off a bad perm, put a flame to janes letem burn letem burn letem burn, till They ashes in a ern no hydrant, word to Jay Z time to get violent, So yea by any means this is death to skinny jeans Can I please get Moment a Silence uh ohh yea, like ten hollow tips to the head, Bang MF its deaD,

we Dont wear skinny Jeans that dont work, I from Chi town Chalie weont Jerk,. NOPE....Put theM TIGHT ASS jeans in the in the dirt, AND GET BAGGY... BITCH PUIT A CREASE INEM

Yea lets take it back to the block wit, baggie jeans, white ts hats cocked wit it, all you lil wayne clones need to stop wit it, No kid NIGGA ima show u how to Rock wit. I might Bring back the hammer pants, kriss kross you cakes with a jump jump dance, yall got the industry in limbo, latex jeans dont go with timbos, Ya clothes brighter than the broads, and ya saggen them SKINies way tighter yo drawls, Them shits hella snug hiken up ya balls, man that aint kool kids, yall done took it far, its time to crash car, get the bats challie we gone smash that car how could u feel yoself withthem tikerbell tights nigga kill yoself,




we Dont wear skinny Jeans that dont work, I from Chi town Chalie weont Jerk,. NOPE....Put theM TIGHT ASS jeans in the in the dirt, AND GET BAGGY... BITCH PUIT A CREASE INEM

I m the king of rap who got a problem wit you can call it the trend but I aint followin it, Its my court Im the judge if rap was beers then of course im the bud, get baggy i wanna cmore, faggy word to b more im straight no detour, Its war no peace core.

we Dont wear skinny Jeans that dont work, I from Chi town Chalie weont Jerk,. NOPE....Put theM TIGHT ASS jeans in the in the dirt, AND GET BAGGY... BITCH PUIT A CREASE INEM