Blood On My Jeans (Explicit)歌词-Juice WRLD
Blood On My Jeans (Explicit)
Juice WRLD
Legends Never Die (Explicit)
Blood On My Jeans (Explicit) - Juice WRLD
Lyrics by：Max Lord/Arian-Znovimir Vuica/Filip Gezin/Jarad Higgins
Composed by：Max Lord/Arian-Znovimir Vuica/Filip Gezin/Jarad Higgins
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've been on the run
Yeah
But I would never run from your love
Uh-uh
If you feel on my **** there's a gun
Uh-huh
Not right there just a little above
I value my relationship it's forever
But I've been cheatin' on the *****
Yeah
Broke up with ******* need a new plug
Yeah
Hit up Hot raw pints I need two of 'em
Yeah
Huh 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
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 a 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 **** got me laughin' haha
Kel-Tec get to rappin' grrah grrah
**** 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 over
Than who these niggas
Uh-huh
And these ******* that think that they get it
Uh-huh
For a backstage pass she'll suck the ****
Uh-huh
***** I got a ***** 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 ******y
Baby I've been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my **** 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 *****
Yeah
Broke up with ******* need a new plug
Yeah
Hit up Hot raw pints I need two of 'em
Yeah
Huh 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
