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vlon3 - blood on my jeans (cover) lyrics

[intro]
(rich gon’ take yo mom)
d+mn, i tried to stop, oh
baby, baby (baby), baby, baby, bae
you literally are my everything (baby)
haha (baby)

[chorus]
baby, i’ve 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
broke up with codeine, need a new plug
hit up hot, raw pints, i need two of ’em
huh, chyu, lean, huh
put biscotti in my lungs, i’m just smokin’ green
chopper on me, i don’t talk, i just up the beam
huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
i ain’t leave a clue on thе scene
close rangе, so i got blood on my jeans

[verse]
saints world cup, ain’t no red in my lean
bankrolled up, i been swimmin’ in green
still a blue face king
benjamin franklin come dirty and clean
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’, ha, ha
kel+tec get to rappin’, grrah, grrah
fuh neighbor, 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 neighbors
and these b+tches that think that they get it
for a backstage pass, she’ll suck the d+ck
b+tch, i got a b+tch, better get you a ticket
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 (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i ain’t goin’ nowhere, i ain’t gon’ leave you
you stuck with me, apologies for my f+ckery+y
[chorus]
baby, i’ve 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
broke up with codeine, need a new plug
hit up hot, raw pints, i need two of ’em
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
i ain’t leave a clue on the scene
close range, so i got blood on my jeans

- vlon3 lyrics

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