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Jeans
Hip-Hop/Rap
Jeans was released on January 1, 2026 by TRUPE as a part of the album Like It's My Last
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2026
LabelTRUPE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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perhkc
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Graham Jr
Benjamin Graham Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Instellarway
Instellarway
Producer

Lyrics

Whoa
Heard you talking, baby, that's all me
Young rich ****, got the bands popping out the jeans
I know you wanna fuck, can we keep it lowkey?
Wild lifestyle, told the Lord, have mercy on me
This a new whip, baby, I don't need no key
I'm the new wave, baby, they just can't see
Slaved the jeweler out, might just put some diamonds in my teeth
Spend a bag, all this shit ain't cheap
Better watch who you call your bitch
Better watch who you call your twin (yeah, yeah)
They'll say they're down for you
But these **** so fake, they'll switch in the end (whoa)
**** saying that he made me
I don't pay the shit no mind
I just treat him like a fan (flad)
'Cause if it comes down to it (bow, bow, bow)
My shooter gon' spin (what?)
Brown skin wanna come to the party (whoa)
She a bad bitch, and she like to pop Molly (yeah)
Two sips off the drink, baby getting started
Two sips off the drink, baby getting (flad)
And now it's my turn, **** had they fun
Momma said I'm a star, guess I'm hotter than the sun
Baby, I'm top three, never three or two, I'm the one
Guess I gotta show you how to do it, these **** my sons
Cannot fuck with these ****, tell 'em keep it pushing
Now she wanna fuck, the way she keep looking
I'm the hottest out, now they hating, they wishing
Told that boy do not try it 'cause we get to blitzing (whoa)
Told her slow it down 'cause lil' baby keep touching
After I fuck, then she gone, ain't no fussing
Said he was gon' catch me, **** bluffing
I'm not worried 'bout these ****, these **** are nothing
Heard you talking, baby, that's all me
Young rich ****, got the bands popping out the jeans
I know you wanna fuck, can we keep it lowkey?
Wild lifestyle, told the Lord, have mercy on me
This a new whip, baby, I don't need no key
I'm the new wave, baby, they just can't see
Slaved the jeweler out, might just put some diamonds in my teeth
Spend a bag, all this shit ain't cheap
Nah, this shit ain't cheap (huh, whoa)
These **** ain't me
Got racks on me (huh, whoa)
Written by: Benjamin Graham Jr
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