Blue Jeans (Smims & Belle Remix) (Feat. Azealia Banks)

Blue jeans white shirt Walked into the room You know you made my eyes burn It was like James Dean for sure You're 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 favorite sweater And I know Gangster I know Gangster I know Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Let's go Tell me what bad boys do I'm a bad girl if you into that one too My American Dream in jeans all blue Keep it cool like crushed ice cubes It's you felonious in a foreign coupe In the blue range across my view Better crush like my cunt too Ain't 'nough said about his moves A real tough one sometimes two Bet you fine about lifetime sunshine boo Bananas and bow ties whips and handcuffs Tied down the club like living like gangsters Both wanna die love living in danger Bodies all around put it down like an Anchor Hardcore bottles Try more than just anger Passion like fever Hot like Jamaica Real rude boy no problem for later Money on his mind about getting his paper Truth be told he's locked down with his flamer Really like his flavor Wanna slow dance with the devil Click lick the look of an angel Took a small chance with a rebel now my flesh is amazing Now we shooting them lasers and laughin' at haters Gangsters not bred I make them Gangsters not dead I raise 'em Gangster Gangsters not dead Gangsters not bred I make them Gangsters not dead I raise 'em Say you remember Say you remember Gangster Gangster Gangster Say you remember