Trevor Jackson – In My Crocs | Lyrics Video

Lyrics "In My Crocs" - Trevor Jackson

Peep my fit, aye
Just bought it out the store
Gucci on my feet, look at my drip
Just got it out the stove

That is what they all say
Before they walk out the door
That ain’t really me
I don’t really need
None of that to make me whole

Say, it don’t take much if you know who you really are
A diamond will shine even in the dark
I could have her on my worse day
I’ll prove it to you

I’ll bag yo b**ch in some crocs
I’ll bag yo b**ch in some crocs
I just look at her like what
And she wanted to cuff me like cops
I’ll bag yo b**ch in my crocs
I’ll bag my b**ch in my crocs
You don’t really have to try hard,
When you know you got the sauce

I’m a savage, she’s a delta
Flight attendant, she gone help ya
She’ll put you up in the air
5 miles deep, you can find me there
Dive, dive into her ocean
Rippin’, tearin’, then I sew it up
Hair was straight, but now it’s froing up
Yeah, yeah, yeah

‘Cause I bag yo b**ch in some crocs
I bag yo b**ch in my crocs
Money You don’t have to show it
If you really make it a lot
I bag yo b**ch in my crocs
I bag yo b**ch in my crocs, yeah
Look at my crocs, yeah yeah

Now she calling my honey
I’m like Crocodile Dundee
Put that body in submission
Slow to talk and fast to listen
Don’t know what it is you want from me
I’m hoping just not fame and money
Hoping you can be different
Baby, tell me are you different
But still I will, still I will, still I will
Still I will

I bag yo b**ch in some ah, ah, ah, ah
*clears throat*
I bag yo b**ch in some crocs
I bag yo b**ch in some crocs
I wear my crocs with no socks
She said she like it a lot
I bag yo b**ch in my crocs
I bag yo b**ch in my crocs
Now she grabbing on my crotch
Said she want everyone to watch

Now she calling my honey
I’m like Crocodile Dundee
Put her body in submission
Like the way you pay attention
Don’t know what it is you want from me
I’m hoping just not fame and money
Hoping you can be different
Baby, tell me are you different

Peep my fit, aye
Just bought it out the store
Gucci on my feet, look at my drip
Just got it out the stove
That is what they all say
Before they walk out the door
That ain’t really me
I don’t really need
None of that to make me whole
Say, it don’t take much if you know who you really are
A diamond will shine even in the dark
I could have her on my worse day
I’ll prove it to you

I’ll bag yo b**ch in some crocs
I’ll bag yo b**ch in some crocs
I just look at her like what
And she wanted to cuff me like cops
I’ll bag yo b**ch in my crocs
I’ll bag my b**ch in my crocs
You don’t really have to try hard
When you know you got the sauce…

➤ Written by Trevor Jackson
Album: Rough Drafts Pt.2
Trevor Jackson | 2019

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