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Girl what's yo sign, I pull up right on time She don't fuck with broke niggas, you sit on the sideline Back that ass up, put that booty in rewind I just wanna see what's in those jeans like Ginuwine What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans Can you make that booty bounce like trampolines Boing, boing What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans All my pretty girls green pretty gang What's in them jeans Broke boys always talking 'bout How many hoes they fuck, how many bitches they got What we really wanna know how many coins you got If you talking 'bout your rap how many songs you got This for my bitches, all my bad bitches Only if you independent and after your riches She a old lady, got a young nigga in the corner Young nigga hit it right, I smoke that good marijuana She will have you in the club man, errybody want her I think I like her persona, Victoria's Secret aroma Late night at the aroma took her home and I boned her She stood up in a Corolla, got her drunk off Coronas Jewelry colder than polar, I'm hot like the solar Letras de cancionesShe talkin' more than Oprah, make it clap like magnolias It's the first time you seen her and she act like the know you That's her motive, she bust it widely open So I had to ask her Girl what's yo sign, I pull up right on time She don't fuck with broke niggas, you sit on the sideline Back that ass up, put that booty in rewind I just wanna see what's in those jeans like Ginuwine What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans Can you make that booty bounce like trampolines Boing, boing What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans All my pretty girls green pretty gang What's in them jeans Asked her what's her sign, she told me Gemini I told her girl you lying, that's the same sign as mine Well anyway, never mind, back to the subject, you fine I'm tryina see if there's some more room in them jeans, Ginuwine And she don't like broke boys, fuck boys ain't making no noise Walk around with a chain like Floyd She looking at me looking gorgeous Pinky ring the size of orbit Broke boys can't afford it, look at my pockets on orbit I'm a free man no Morgan Me and you can go to my mansion, it got 6 stories Hop in the lemon, dropped the top like the headless horse Telling me stories of her and her broke boy divorced Honestly I can care less baby that ain't important I like how them jeans so tight they show your panties (I like it) Walk in, run the club got these broke boys panic (They fightin') When she walk in public, people turn to a manikin (Silence) She done turned the whole club, call the ambulance! Girl what's yo sign, I pull up right on time She don't fuck with broke niggas, you sit on the sideline Back that ass up, put that booty in rewind I just wanna see what's in those jeans like Ginuwine What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans Can you make that booty bounce like trampolines Boing, boing What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans What's in them jeans, what's in them jeans All my pretty girls green pretty gang What's in them jeans From Letras Mania