Blood On My Jeans (Explicit)
Juice WRLD"Blood On My Jeans (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Juice WRLD, 2020, Pop. Der Song dauert 2:08, 54 lines / 432 words.
Songtext
0:00Damn, I tried to stop, oh
0:07Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe
0:12You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)
0:14Hah (Baby)
0:16Baby, I've been on the run (Yeah)
0:18But I would never run from your love (Uh-uh)
0:20If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Uh-huh)
0:22Not right there, just a little above
0:24I value my relationship, it's forever
0:26But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
0:28Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
0:30Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
0:32Huh, lean, huh
0:35Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
0:39Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
0:42Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)
0:44I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)
0:46Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)
0:48Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh)
0:50Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh)
0:53Still a blue face king
0:55Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go)
0:57I know my haters hate to see me succeed
0:58If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
1:00That shit got me laughin', haha
1:02Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
1:04**** nigga, I'm your father
1:06Don't matter if you older
1:08They say age is just a number
1:10If that's the case, I'm way over
1:13Than who? These niggas (Uh-huh)
1:15And these bitches that think that they get it (Uh-huh)
1:17For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (Uh-huh)
1:18Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh)
1:20Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
1:22On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
1:24I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
1:26I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
1:28I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
1:33You stuck with me, apologies for my ****ery
1:37Baby, I've been on the run
1:39But I would never run from your love
1:41If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
1:43Not right there, just a little above
1:45I value my relationship, it's forever
1:47But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
1:49Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah)
1:51Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
1:53Huh, lean, huh
1:56Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
1:59Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
2:03Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah)
2:06I ain't leave a clue on the scene
2:08Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
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 dick, 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 drugs (Yeah) Broke up with codeine, 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 shit 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 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 ****ery 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, 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
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