Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood On My Jeans, artist - Juice WRLD. Album song Legends Never Die, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grade A
Blood On My Jeans |
| 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 |
| 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 (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'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 |
| а должно быть: 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 |
| 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 (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'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 |