Juice WRLD - Blood On My Jeans lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Blood On My Jeans lyrics]
Ah 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 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
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 (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
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
Baby (808 Mafia) , baby (Baby) , baby (Baby) , babe
You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)
Hah (Baby)
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
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 (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
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