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Juice WRLD

Blood On My Jeans

 

Blood On My Jeans

(album: Legends Never Die - 2020)


Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Baby
(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 run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheating on the drugs (Yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Lean
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smoking green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
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

Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean
Bank rolled up, I been swimming in green
Still the blue face king
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
If they get the chance they'll end up murdering me
This shit got me laughing, ha-ha
KelTec get to rapping, gra gra
Fuck nigga, I'm yo' 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 niggas)
And these bitches that think that they get it
For a backstage pass she can suck a dick, bitch
I got a bitch better, get you a ticket
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
But my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double C
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
That I ain't going nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't going nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery

Baby, I've been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheating on the drugs (Yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Lean
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smoking green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
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

(Freestyle)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close 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 team
Bitch I'm the best, freestyle off the top
Got a bitch in the crib, she been giving me top
Every day bitch, I'mma count up the guap
Run up on me, just like a zit, nigga get popped
I'm on the block with my niggas, with choppas
I'm getting this money so I had to move
I'm in the 'Burbs for my momma, I bought her a mansion, a house and a dog, it's cool
I don't give a fuck about you, just me (Yeah, ayy)
You know how I be (Ayy, and)
Wait

I ain't going nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't going nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery

Baby, I've been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship, it's forever
But I've been cheating on the drugs (Yeah)
Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
And them hot rod pockets I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Lean
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smoking green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Let my gun bust a nut then leave
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range so I got blood on my jeans

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