Lirik Lagu Blood on My Jeans - Juice WRLD
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Damn, I tried to stop, ohBaby(808 Mafia)Baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby)You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)(That's my baby)(Gezin)Ha
Baby, I've been on the runBut I would never run from your loveIf you feel on my dick, there's a gunNot right there, just a little aboveI value my relationship, it's foreverBut I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)LeanPut Biscotti in my lungsI'm smokin' greenChopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beamLet my gun bust a nut then leave (Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the sceneClose range so I got blood on my jeans
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my leanBank rolled up, I been swimmin' in greenStill the blue face kingBenjamin Franklin come dirty and cleanI know my haters hate to see me succeedIf they get the chance they'll end up murderin' meThis shit got me laughin', ha-haKelTec get to rappin', gra graFuck nigga, I'm yo' fatherDon't matter if you olderThey say age is just a numberIf that's the case I'm way overThen who? (These niggas)And these bitches that think that they get itFor a backstage pass she can suck a dick, bitchI got a bitch better, get you a ticketWalk through the night with my gun like a creepBut my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double CI don't know what it's gonna take you to believeThat I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave youYou stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
Baby, I've been on the runBut I would never run from your loveIf you feel on my dick, there's a gunNot right there, just a little aboveI value my relationship, it's foreverBut I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)LeanPut Biscotti in my lungsI'm smokin' greenChopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beamLet my gun bust a nut then leave (Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the sceneClose range so I got blood on my jeans
(Freestyle)I ain't leave a clue on the sceneClose range so I got blood on my jeans (Ayy)I shot a nigga 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 yo' dreams (Uh)Things ain't not what they seem (Uh), shorty wanna ball on the teamBitch I'm the best, freestyle off the topGot a bitch in the crib, she been givin' me topEvery day bitch, I'mma count up the guapRun up on me, just like a zit, nigga get poppedI'm on the block with my niggas, with choppasI'm getting this money so I had to moveI'm in the 'Burbs for my momma, I bought her a mansion, a house and a dog, it's coolI don't give a fuck about you, just me (Yeah, ayy)You know how I 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 youYou stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
Baby, I've been on the runBut I would never run from your loveIf you feel on my dick, there's a gunNot right there, just a little aboveI value my relationship, it's foreverBut I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)And them hot rod pockets I need two of 'em (Yeah)LeanPut Biscotti in my lungsI'm smokin' greenChopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beamLet my gun bust a nut then leaveI ain't leave a clue on the sceneClose range so I got blood on my jeans
Baby, I've been on the runBut I would never run from your loveIf you feel on my dick, there's a gunNot right there, just a little aboveI value my relationship, it's foreverBut I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)LeanPut Biscotti in my lungsI'm smokin' greenChopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beamLet my gun bust a nut then leave (Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the sceneClose range so I got blood on my jeans
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my leanBank rolled up, I been swimmin' in greenStill the blue face kingBenjamin Franklin come dirty and cleanI know my haters hate to see me succeedIf they get the chance they'll end up murderin' meThis shit got me laughin', ha-haKelTec get to rappin', gra graFuck nigga, I'm yo' fatherDon't matter if you olderThey say age is just a numberIf that's the case I'm way overThen who? (These niggas)And these bitches that think that they get itFor a backstage pass she can suck a dick, bitchI got a bitch better, get you a ticketWalk through the night with my gun like a creepBut my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double CI don't know what it's gonna take you to believeThat I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave youYou stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
Baby, I've been on the runBut I would never run from your loveIf you feel on my dick, there's a gunNot right there, just a little aboveI value my relationship, it's foreverBut I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)LeanPut Biscotti in my lungsI'm smokin' greenChopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beamLet my gun bust a nut then leave (Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the sceneClose range so I got blood on my jeans
(Freestyle)I ain't leave a clue on the sceneClose range so I got blood on my jeans (Ayy)I shot a nigga 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 yo' dreams (Uh)Things ain't not what they seem (Uh), shorty wanna ball on the teamBitch I'm the best, freestyle off the topGot a bitch in the crib, she been givin' me topEvery day bitch, I'mma count up the guapRun up on me, just like a zit, nigga get poppedI'm on the block with my niggas, with choppasI'm getting this money so I had to moveI'm in the 'Burbs for my momma, I bought her a mansion, a house and a dog, it's coolI don't give a fuck about you, just me (Yeah, ayy)You know how I 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 youYou stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
Baby, I've been on the runBut I would never run from your loveIf you feel on my dick, there's a gunNot right there, just a little aboveI value my relationship, it's foreverBut I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)And them hot rod pockets I need two of 'em (Yeah)LeanPut Biscotti in my lungsI'm smokin' greenChopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beamLet my gun bust a nut then leaveI ain't leave a clue on the sceneClose range so I got blood on my jeans
