Juice WRLD - Blood On My Jeans (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Juice WRLD - Blood On My Jeans (en) Lyrics
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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)
Baby, I been on the run (Yeah)
But I would never run from
your love (Yeah, uh-uh)
If you feel on my dick, 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, uh-huh)
Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put Biscotti in my lungs,
I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I
just up the beam (Ba-ba-bow)
Huh, let my gun bust a nut,
then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave 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 (Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah)
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 (Uh-huh)
That shit got me laughin', haha
Kel-Tec get to rappin',
grrah, grrah (Bow)
Fuck nigga, 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 older
Than who? These niggas (Uh-huh)
And these bitches that think
that they get it (Uh-huh)
For a backstage pass, she'll
suck the dick (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I got a bitch, 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 fuckery
Baby, I been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I
need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs,
I'm smokin' green, huh
Chopper on me, I don't talk,
I just up the beam
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range, so I got
blood on my jeans
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