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a boogie wit da hoodie - blood on my denim lyrics

i thought every girl i had was the one (uh, huh), but she was not it
ninety nine percent of b+tches be thottin’ (thottin’)
if i do the same thing, you’ll say i’m not sh+t (not sh+t)
i could do the same thing, you’ll leave cryin’ (cryin’)
sh+t 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)
already c+cked it, flip a n+gga like a socket (socket)
n+gga, way before the fame we was wildin’
then they k!lled my n+gga quado in the projects (projects)
and it’s a shame, all the b+tches that was curvin’
i see the same d+mn names in my comments (comments)

she was lookin’ o.d. from her side eye
said she ain’t an eater, oh she lied, oh she lied+lied
woke up to three b+tches in my bed
made me say it three times: oh you fine, oh you fine+fine
i ain’t rockin’ with no ho n+ggas or bozo
that’s a no+no, n+gga, nah, nah
i know they love my fly, the way i rock dolce and gabanna
i lost my n+ggas to the streets when it coulda been me
it’s f+cked up, they either dead or doin’ fed time
oh, you all about your bread, so am i
if it’s money on your mind, .45 to your hairline
and i keep it by the dresser
that’s for any b+tch who ever try to break my heart, i won’t let ya
still got blood on my denims
that was all the blood that was in him, no more love in a n+gga

no more love in a n+gga
but i swear her company made me so comfortable
i don’t f+ck with her (uh), the way she f+ck with me
and it’s probably because i’m from the x, where they take for respect
thought i woulda been into the grave on my def
same fit for a week, now i hate nike tech
now i’m a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
biggs put me on the big ass purple puma 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, ah

she was lookin’ o.d. from her side eye
said she ain’t an eater, but she lie all the time+time
i woke up to three b+tches in my bed
made me say it three times: oh you fine, oh you fine+fine
i ain’t rockin’ with no ho n+ggas or bozo
that’s a no+no, n+gga, nah, nah
i know they love my fly, the way i rock dolce and gabanna
i lost my n+ggas to the streets when it coulda been me
it’s f+cked up, they either dead or doin’ fed time
oh, you all about your bread, so am i
if it’s money on your mind, .45 to your hairline
and i keep it by the dresser
just in case a b+tch ever try to break my heart, i won’t let ya
i still got blood on my denims
that was the blood that was in him, no more love in a n+gga

run through it, all the bands that a n+gga got
i wonder, if the streets still care about me
long story, i can never really talk about it
i’m numb to it, i stand still when i hear shots
i’m numb to it, i stand still when i hear shots
i hear n+ggas talkin’ ’bout the money that they don’t got
i used to be up on the corner with my young akh
now i go buy a couple pounds of the fronto
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+ggas 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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