Blood On My Denim歌词
作词 : Artist Dubose/Joseph Zoumboulias/Damile Coste
作曲 : Artist Dubose/Joseph Zoumboulias/Damile Coste
It's JoeFromYo
I thought every girl I had was the one
Uh huh
But she was not it
It's kind of funny all these b***hes just be thottin'
Thottin'
If I do the same thing you'd say I'm not s**t
Not s**t
I could do the same thing and leave you cryin'
Cryin'
She got a little deeper through the process
Process
Still addicted to the streets can't hide it
Hide it
Walk around with two Glizzy's in my pocket
Pocket
I really cocked it flip a n***a like a socket
Socket
N***a way before the fame we was wildin'
Then they killed my n***a Ralo from the projects
Projects
And it's a shame all the b***hes that was curvin'
I see the same d**n names in my comments
Comments
She was lookin' O.D. from her side eyes
Say she ain't an eater oh she lied oh she lied-lied
Woke up to three b***hes in my bed
Made me say it three times "Oh you fine oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho n***as or bozo
That's a no-no n***a nah nah
I know they know my flaws the way I rock Dolce and Gabannas
I lost my n***as to the streets when it coulda been me
It's f**ked up they either dead or doin' fed time
Boy you all about your bread so am I
If it's money on your mind .45 to your head now
And I keep it by the dresser
That's for any b***h who tried to break my heart I won't let ya
Still got blood on my denims
That was all the blood that was in 'em no more love in a n***a
No more love in the n***a but I swear her company made me so confortable
I don't f**k with her
Yeah
The way she f**k with me
And it's probably because I'm from the X where they take for respect
Thought I woulda been it till they grave on my depths
Same fit for a week now I hate Nike tech
Now I'm a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
D**ks put me on the big a*s purple jet
I'm flexin' more than ever she like "Money make me wet"
And if I die I'ma die for my respect
Bury me with like a milly on my neck uh
She was lookin' O.D. from my side eyes
Say she ain't an eater oh she lie all the time time
I woke up to three b***hes in my bed
Made me say it three times "Like you fine oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho n***as or bozo
That's a no-no n***a nah nah
I know they love my fly the way I rock Dolce and Gabannas
I lost my n***as to the streets when it coulda been me
It's f**ked up they either dead or doin' fed time
Ho you all about your press so am I
If it's money on your mind .45 to your head now
And I keep it by the dresser
Just in case a b***h try to break my heart I won't let ya
I still got blound on my denims
That was the blood that was in 'em no more love in a n***a
Run through it all the bands that a n***a got
I wonder if the streets till care about me
Know I'm sturdy I can never really talk about it
I'm numb to it I stay still when I hear shots
Numb to it I stay still when I hear shots
I hear n***as talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got
I used to be up on the corner with my young opp
Now I go buy a couple pounds of the frontal
I still smoke it by the pound I get dumb high
I still smoke it by the pound like a rasta
I send money to my n***as sittin' up yeah
I send money to my daughter she's a rugrat
I been through it but I'm not givin' up yeah
I switch up of different cars now they upset
作曲 : Artist Dubose/Joseph Zoumboulias/Damile Coste
It's JoeFromYo
I thought every girl I had was the one
Uh huh
But she was not it
It's kind of funny all these b***hes just be thottin'
Thottin'
If I do the same thing you'd say I'm not s**t
Not s**t
I could do the same thing and leave you cryin'
Cryin'
She got a little deeper through the process
Process
Still addicted to the streets can't hide it
Hide it
Walk around with two Glizzy's in my pocket
I really cocked it flip a n***a like a socket
Socket
N***a way before the fame we was wildin'
Then they killed my n***a Ralo from the projects
Projects
And it's a shame all the b***hes that was curvin'
I see the same d**n names in my comments
Comments
She was lookin' O.D. from her side eyes
Say she ain't an eater oh she lied oh she lied-lied
Woke up to three b***hes in my bed
Made me say it three times "Oh you fine oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho n***as or bozo
That's a no-no n***a nah nah
I know they know my flaws the way I rock Dolce and Gabannas
I lost my n***as to the streets when it coulda been me
It's f**ked up they either dead or doin' fed time
Boy you all about your bread so am I
If it's money on your mind .45 to your head now
And I keep it by the dresser
That's for any b***h who tried to break my heart I won't let ya
Still got blood on my denims
That was all the blood that was in 'em no more love in a n***a
No more love in the n***a but I swear her company made me so confortable
I don't f**k with her
Yeah
The way she f**k with me
And it's probably because I'm from the X where they take for respect
Thought I woulda been it till they grave on my depths
Same fit for a week now I hate Nike tech
Now I'm a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
D**ks put me on the big a*s purple jet
I'm flexin' more than ever she like "Money make me wet"
And if I die I'ma die for my respect
Bury me with like a milly on my neck uh
She was lookin' O.D. from my side eyes
Say she ain't an eater oh she lie all the time time
I woke up to three b***hes in my bed
Made me say it three times "Like you fine oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho n***as or bozo
That's a no-no n***a nah nah
I know they love my fly the way I rock Dolce and Gabannas
I lost my n***as to the streets when it coulda been me
It's f**ked up they either dead or doin' fed time
Ho you all about your press so am I
If it's money on your mind .45 to your head now
And I keep it by the dresser
Just in case a b***h try to break my heart I won't let ya
I still got blound on my denims
That was the blood that was in 'em no more love in a n***a
Run through it all the bands that a n***a got
I wonder if the streets till care about me
Know I'm sturdy I can never really talk about it
I'm numb to it I stay still when I hear shots
Numb to it I stay still when I hear shots
I hear n***as talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got
I used to be up on the corner with my young opp
Now I go buy a couple pounds of the frontal
I still smoke it by the pound I get dumb high
I still smoke it by the pound like a rasta
I send money to my n***as sittin' up yeah
I send money to my daughter she's a rugrat
I been through it but I'm not givin' up yeah
I switch up of different cars now they upset
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