BLACK JEANS, WHITE T-SHIRT Tommy Cash

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[Intro]
Punish me my DJ, Jimi Hendrix on my feature
So many sins (Yeah, yeah), you should call my preacher

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I wanna take a shot of this, I know you want some foreign weed
Hentai love you, my private plane is boarding
You ride past the shore in sexy car, we're never walking (Nah)
Heaven lost two people, he is never fucking you (Ah)
Ride me like a derby horse, feel without us stopping here
Fancy restaurants, sprinkle me with all this topping
Dress in shorts that's ripped because your legs are so flawless
We look so damn important to parade, I'm gon' record this

[Hook]
Clap if you're single, I can see the bigger picture
Punish me my DJ, Jimi Hendrix on my feature
Black jeans, white t-shirt — we only get richer
So many sins (Yeah, yeah), you should call my preacher
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt on my body
[?] skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
[Gotta love me]
I'm like Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt
With my homies, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fresh Tommy, Tommy

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