Letra da Música Blue Jeans (feat. Azealia Banks) (Smims & Belle Remix) de Lana Del Rey

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean for sure
You 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 favourite sweater and I know
Gangster, I know
Gangster, I know
Gangster,
Gangster, gangster

Gangster, gangster, gangster, gangster
Gangster, gangster, gangster, gangster
Gangster,

Let's go
Tell me what that boy's due
I'm a bad girl, if you wanted that one too
My american dream in jeans or blue
Keep it cool, like crushed ice cubes or ...
For loneliness in the foreign coupe
In the blue range across my view
Let the crush ... hang too
Ain't nothing said about his moves
And will talk.. sometimes too
Let you follow my light time, sunshine through
... in bow ties
Whips and handcuffs, tied them above
Like living, like ...
Both wanna die, nope, live in the danger
Body to the spot, put it down like an anchor
Hardcore bottle check the mortar, it was amber
Catching like fever, hot Jamaica
Real move, boy, no problem in ...
Money ... about getting this paper
True feat truly lied down with his flamer
Really like this flavor
Wanna slow dance with the devil
The look of an angel
Took a small chance with the rebel
Now my pleasure's amazing
Now we shooting the lasers
... the haters
Gangsters not red, I make them
Gangsters not dead, I raise them
Gangster

Gangsters not dead
Gangsters not red, I make them
Gangsters not dead, I raise them
Say you'll remember
Say you'll remember
Gangsters
Gangsters

Gangsters
Say you'll remember