Blood On My Jeans

Album: Legends Never Die (2020)
Charted: 12
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  • Damn, I tried to stop, oh
    Baby (808 Mafia)
    Baby (baby), baby (baby)
    Baby (you literally are my everything)
    (Baby) (Gezin)
    Yeah (baby)

    Baby, I've been on the run (yeah, yeah)
    But I would never run from your love (yeah, yeah)
    If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (yeah)
    Not right there, just a little above (above)
    I value my relationship, it's forever (uh)
    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, yeah, lean, huh
    Put Biscotti in my lungs
    I'm smokin' green, huh
    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 swimmin' in green, ayy
    Still a 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 murderin' me
    This shit got me laughin', ha-ha
    Kel-Tec get to rappin', gra gra
    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 over
    Than who? (These niggas)
    And these bitches that think that they get it
    For a backstage pass she'll 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
    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 all 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 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, yeah, lean, huh
    Put Biscotti in my lungs
    I'm smokin' green, huh
    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 Writer/s: Arijan Vujica, Filip Gezin, Jarad Higgins, Max Lord
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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