Blue Jeans (feat. Azealia Banks) (Smims & Belle Remix)
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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, gangsterGangster, 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 themGangsterGangsters not deadGangsters not red, I make themGangsters not dead, I raise themSay you'll rememberSay you'll rememberGangstersGangstersGangstersSay you'll remember
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Blue Jeans (feat. Azealia Banks) (Smims & Belle Remix)Lana Del Rey
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean for sure
You so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater and I know
Gangster, I know
Gangster, I know
Gangster,
Gangster, gangster
Let's go
Tell me what that boy's due
I'm a bad girl, if you wanted that one too
My american dream in jeans or blue
Keep it cool, like crushed ice cubes or ...
For loneliness in the foreign coupe
In the blue range across my view
Let the crush ... hang too
Ain't nothing said about his moves
And will talk.. sometimes too
Let you follow my light time, sunshine through
... in bow ties
Whips and handcuffs, tied them above
Like living, like ...
Both wanna die, nope, live in the danger
Body to the spot, put it down like an anchor
Hardcore bottle check the mortar, it was amber
Catching like fever, hot Jamaica
Real move, boy, no problem in ...
Money ... about getting this paper
True feat truly lied down with his flamer
Really like this flavor
Wanna slow dance with the devil
The look of an angel
Took a small chance with the rebel
Now my pleasure's amazing
Now we shooting the lasers
... the haters
Gangsters not red, I make them
Gangsters not dead, I raise them
Gangster
Gangsters not dead
Gangsters not red, I make them
Gangsters not dead, I raise them
Say you'll remember
Say you'll remember
Gangsters
Gangsters
Gangsters
Say you'll remember
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