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juice wrld – blood on my jeans (with 2nd verse) lyrics

[intro]
d+mn, i tried to stop, oh
baby (808 mafia), baby (baby), baby (baby), babe
you literally are my everything (baby, gezin)
hah (baby)

[chorus]
baby, i been on the run (yeah)
but i would never run from your love (yeah, uh+uh)
if you feel on my d+ck, 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)
huh, (drinkin’) 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 lеave (yeah)
i ain’t leavе a clue on the scene (uh+uh)
close range, so i got blood on my jeans (uh)

[verse 1]
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
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 sh+t got me laughin’, haha
kel+tec get to rappin’, grrah, grrah
f+ck n+gga, 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 n+ggas (uh+huh)
and these b+tches that think that they get it (uh+huh)
for a backstage pass, she’ll suck the d+ck (uh+huh)
b+tch, i got a b+tch, 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 f+ckery
[chorus]
baby, i been on the run
but i would never run from your love
if you feel on my d+ck, 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
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

[verse 2]
i ain’t leave a clue on the scene
close range so i got blood on my jeans, ayy
i shot a n+gga in the club, double cup next to me i got his blood in my lean, uh
choppa on me with a beam
freddy kreuger, show up in your dreams, uh
things ain’t not what they seem, uh
shorty wanna ball on the team
b+tch i’m the best freestyler off the top
got a b+tch in the crib she been giving me top
everyday b+tch, i’ma count up the guap
run up on me just like a zit, n+gga get popped
i’m on the block with my n+ggas with choppas
i’m gettin’ this money so i had to move
i’m in the ‘burbs with my mama
i bought her a mansion a house and a dog, it’s cool
i don’t give a f+ck bout you just me, yeah, ayy
you know how it be, ayy
and
wait
[bridge]
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 f+ckery

[chorus]
baby, i been on the run
but i would never run from your love
if you feel on my d+ck, 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
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

- juice wrld lyrics

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