Sorry i had to take out the cuss words so i replaced them with stars.

I remember when Pharrell use to rap in tight jeans with Ice Creams

Or ridin' a skateboard it was like sight seeing, to lames

Who was afraid of change

If my middle finger could speak then I say the same man

I stay my name....call me legacy *****

Mr. Sweetheart AKA let me see t*ts doing too much like a marble back flip

Jeans stay skinny like I starve my fabric

Where da haters at? hellur I found you

No I don't give a F word about you

I do me leave us alone

Why don't you do you and go hump a clone

Get it?

Aye, another *** thing

You'll never see me care about another man's jeans

I don't even know, like all through the year seem

Like everywhere I go the only thing that I hear is

[Chorus]

(Da da da da) New Boyz

(da da da da) tight jeans

(Da da da da) New Boyz

(da da da da) tight jeans

Oh my God, why they jeans so tight!?

Oh my, oh my, oh my God, why they jeans so tight!?

Yea I rock skinnies

Yea I rock, yea I, yea I rock skinnies (So what?)

Yea I rock, yea I, yea I rock skinnies

(If you got something to say then please step up)

(they like crickets to me)

[Verse 2]

Look, I scoot back let me give y'all y'all shine

Y'all get money best believe I'ma get mine

I see hater and I'm looking at them

'Like please let me breathe'

Why y'all ****** hatin' on my skinny jeans?

Fresh kicks like a kindful magician

He must be missing the simple fact that I'ma get it

You ain't with it

Nike clothing outfits you like this

Brothers actin' stiff like cactus

They comin' up hard

But they soft like fabric

They liein' sayin' they the best like Khaled

They chose me, it's obvious I meant for the best

Skinny jeans sag low and I know y'all know the rest

I'm Ben J bro' why these dudes wanna trip?

Even though I like to flash

Get it jerkin' in my kicks

I'ma just keep it straight like no one else

Bright colors is here New Boyz, is near, ha!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Tyga]

Hah!

One verse one hearse

Get tighter as the ghost of Mike, rises

Tight jeans,

Na ***** I don't get hyphy

So you think you can dance in them fake Nikes?

Lock low, that's down low, Ron Isley

I been icy since Minute Maid made Hi-C

Tellin' me she Pisces don't do signs

Do check signin's Tyga 'tirement

I'm wit' the power with the diamonds the fame will blind ya

And ***** I'm ****** blind see no evil

Below the zeros more funs tha free throw

House got the strip pole

Leave ya jeans at the door

Girls with the Speedos I'm grown I don't do those

New Boyz wit' new dough

Other ****** Brunos, homies, no homos

I'm Young Money squad up GD Copo

I get dem cheese after cheese no nachos

Tyga man tatted like Vatos da da da

[Chorus]

(They like cricketz to me)

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