Black Jeep Songtext
von Mackned
Black Jeep Songtext
Mackned, yeah
Lil Peep, yeah
GothBoiClique
Cold Hart
GothBoiClique in the ripped black jeans
Whip the M4, I don′t whip the M3
GothBoiClique, got some hoes with me
GothBoiClique, got some hoes with me (BetterOffDead, nigga)
Got a bad white girl with me, yeah
Got a bad black girl with me, yeah
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me
And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah
Ned Gotti in a white Beam (white Beam)
We was probably sippin' on lean, yeah (on lean, yeah)
She was probably thinkin′ 'bout me (thinkin' ′bout me)
I was probably thinkin′ 'bout cheese (′bout cheese)
I was probably thinkin' ′bout my bros ('bout my bros)
I be on the road, doing shows (doing shows)
I be on the road, fuckin′ hoes (fuckin' hoes)
This my life and that's just how it goes (yeah, that′s just how it goes)
This my life, I′m always on the road (always on the road)
I got addictions (I got addictions)
They got me trippin' (they got me trippin′)
They got me thinkin' (they got me thinkin′), yeah
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me
And I got a couple tight girls on me (Mackned, Mackned), yeah
You're always on my nerves and you always have been
Drop the beat and let ′em sing the lyrics like my last bitch
Yin yang bitches mixed up like emotions
My life is a funeral, I'm the reason you show up
I remember pain flowin' through your voice when (voice when)
You found out I don′t love you, I love choices (I love choices)
I don′t ever fall asleep, I can't find sleep
Me and Lil Tracy, that′s the nigga
Selling dog food so I know you catching boy bands
Junkies swingin' from the trees, my niggas call ′em Tarzan
I don't ever think I drove without contraband
GBC, I′m ridin' for my doggies like a triad (Mackned)
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me
And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah
Black rain, locked doors
Can't ask for more
Can I sleep on your floor? Black clothes on tour
Mackned and Lil Peep, GBC punkstars
I don′t think I′ll ever need to go back to sleep
You will never know what you really meant to me
Rip my jeans, split my pills into three
For me, please, baby, can you help me bleed?
Nobody, yeah, nobody
Can make me feel like you do
Nobody, yeah, nobody
Baby, life ain't fair and I know I ain′t there, oh
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me
And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah
Lil Peep, yeah
GothBoiClique
Cold Hart
GothBoiClique in the ripped black jeans
Whip the M4, I don′t whip the M3
GothBoiClique, got some hoes with me
GothBoiClique, got some hoes with me (BetterOffDead, nigga)
Got a bad white girl with me, yeah
Got a bad black girl with me, yeah
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me
And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah
Ned Gotti in a white Beam (white Beam)
We was probably sippin' on lean, yeah (on lean, yeah)
She was probably thinkin′ 'bout me (thinkin' ′bout me)
I was probably thinkin′ 'bout cheese (′bout cheese)
I was probably thinkin' ′bout my bros ('bout my bros)
I be on the road, doing shows (doing shows)
I be on the road, fuckin′ hoes (fuckin' hoes)
This my life and that's just how it goes (yeah, that′s just how it goes)
This my life, I′m always on the road (always on the road)
I got addictions (I got addictions)
They got me trippin' (they got me trippin′)
They got me thinkin' (they got me thinkin′), yeah
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me
And I got a couple tight girls on me (Mackned, Mackned), yeah
You're always on my nerves and you always have been
Drop the beat and let ′em sing the lyrics like my last bitch
Yin yang bitches mixed up like emotions
My life is a funeral, I'm the reason you show up
I remember pain flowin' through your voice when (voice when)
You found out I don′t love you, I love choices (I love choices)
I don′t ever fall asleep, I can't find sleep
Me and Lil Tracy, that′s the nigga
Selling dog food so I know you catching boy bands
Junkies swingin' from the trees, my niggas call ′em Tarzan
I don't ever think I drove without contraband
GBC, I′m ridin' for my doggies like a triad (Mackned)
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me
And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah
Black rain, locked doors
Can't ask for more
Can I sleep on your floor? Black clothes on tour
Mackned and Lil Peep, GBC punkstars
I don′t think I′ll ever need to go back to sleep
You will never know what you really meant to me
Rip my jeans, split my pills into three
For me, please, baby, can you help me bleed?
Nobody, yeah, nobody
Can make me feel like you do
Nobody, yeah, nobody
Baby, life ain't fair and I know I ain′t there, oh
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep (yeah)
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me (okay)
And I got a couple tight girls on me, ayy
Ripped black jeans in the all black Jeep
And I got a couple black girls on me
And I got a couple white girls on me
And I got a couple tight girls on me, yeah
Writer(s): Gustav Elijah Ahr, Adam Singh Saini, Jerick Ternida Quilisadio, James Milor Montgomery, William Iii Gable Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com