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Blood On My Jeans
by
Juice WRLD
Featuring(s) : Freestyle
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Damn, I tried to stop, oh Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin) Hah (Baby) Baby, I been on the run (Yeah) But I would never run from your love (Yeah, uh-uh) If you feel on my d**k, there's a gun (Yeah, uh-huh) Not right there, just a little above I value my relationship, it's forever But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah) Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah) Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah) Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then lеave (Yeah) I ain't leavе a clue on the scene (Uh-uh) Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh) Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh) Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh) Still the blue face king Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go) I know my haters hate to see me succeed If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me That sh*t got me laughin', haha Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah f**k n***a, I'm your father Don't matter if you older They say age is just a number If that's the case, I'm way over Than who? These n***as (Uh-huh) And these b*t*hes that think that they get it (Uh-huh) For a backstage pass, she'll suck the d**k (Uh-huh) b*t*h, I got a b*t*h, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh) Walk through the night with my gun like a creep On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you You stuck with me, apologies for my f**kery Baby, I been on the run But I would never run from your love If you feel on my d**k, there's a gun Not right there, just a little above I value my relationship, it's forever But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah) Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah) Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah) Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah) I ain't leave a clue on the scene Close range, so I got blood on my jeans I ain't leave a clue on the scene Close range so I got blood on my jeans, ayy I shot a n***a in the club, double cup next to me I got his blood in my lean, uh Choppa on me with a beam Freddy Krueger, show up in your dreams, uh Things ain't not what they seem, uh Shorty wanna ball on the team b*t*h I'm the best freestyler off the top Got a b*t*h in the crib she been giving me top Everyday b*t*h, I'ma count up the guap Run up on me just like a zit, n***a get popped I'm on the block with my n***as with choppas I'm gettin' this money so I had to move I'm in the ‘burbs with my mama I bought her a mansion a house and a dog, it's cool I don't give a f**k bout you just me, yeah, ayy You know how it be, ayy And Wait I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you You stuck with me, apologies for my f**kery Baby, I been on the run But I would never run from your love If you feel on my d**k, there's a gun Not right there, just a little above I value my relationship, it's forever But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah) Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah) Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah) Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah) I ain't leave a clue on the scene Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
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