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letra de cricketz lyrics (feat tyga) - new boyz

hey, hey, new boyz
i remember when pharell
used to rock the tight jeans
with ice creams
while ridin’ his skateboard
it was like sight seein’
too lame he was afraid to change
if my middle finger could speak
then i’d say the same
n-gg- i’d state my name
call me legacy b-tch
mrs. sweetheart
a.k.a. let me see t-ts
doin’ too much like a marvel back flip
jeans stay skinny like i starve my fabric.
where the haters at? h-ller i found you
no, i don’t give a f word about you
itune me, leave us alone
why don’t you do you & go help a clone.
get it? hey, another d-mn thing
you’ll never see me care about another man’s jeans
i don’t even know, like all through the years
seem like everywhere i go
the only thing that i hear is…

na, na, na, na, new boyz
na, na, na, na, tight jeans
na, na, na, na, new boyz
na, na, na, na, tight jeans.
oh my god, why they jeans so tight?
oh my, oh my, oh my god, why they jeans so tight?
like, yeah i rock skinnys
yeah i rock, yeah, yeah i rock skinnys {so what?}
yeah i rock, yeah, yeah i rock skinnys {so what?}
yeah i rock, yeah, yeah i rock skinnys {so what?}
if you got something to say then please step up.
{ooh, they like cricketz too}

look, i scoot back
let me give y’all your shot
now get money, best believe i’ll get mine
i see haters & i’m lookin’ at ’em like
please, let me breathe
why y’all n-gg-s hatin’ on my skinny jeans
fresh kicks like i copped a magician
you must be missin’
the simple fact that i’m a get it
you ain’t with it, baggy clothin’ outfits
brothers actin’ stiff like cactus
comin’ off hard but they soft like fabric
they lying, saying they the best like calvin
they chose me, it’s obvious i’m meant for the best
skinny jeans sag low &
i know y’all know the rest
i’m ben j, fool, why these dudes wanna trip
even though i like to flash.
get it? jerkin’ in my kicks
i’m a just keep it straight like no one else
bright colors is here, new boyz is near.

[tyga:]
ha, one verse wouldn’t hurt
ha, get tighter as the ghost of mike rises
tight jeans, naw n-gg-, i don’t get hyphy.
so you think you can dance in those fake nikes?
lock yo’ old -ss down, lil’ ryan icey
i’ve been icey since minute maid made hi c’s
tellin’ me she pisces
don’t do signs do check signings
tyga towmry, i’m what the power what the diamonds
the fame will blind ya
& b-tch yeah i’m f-ckin’ blind
see no evil, be low than 0’s
more funds to free throw
house got the strip pole
skinny jeans at the door, girls got the speedos
i’m grown, i don’t do those
new boys with new dough
other n-gg-‘s brunos
homey’s with h-m-s
i’m young money, squat them gd copo
i get the cheese after cheese, no, not yours
tiger man tighter like vatos, {na, na, na, na}

- new boyz

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