- Blood On My Denim 歌詞 A Boogie Wit da Hoodie
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- A Boogie Wit da Hoodie Blood On My Denim 歌詞
- A Boogie Wit da Hoodie
- Its JoeFromYo
I thought every girl I had was the one (Uh, huh), but she was not it
Its kind of funny all these ******* just be thottin (Thottin)
If I do the same thing, youd say Im not **** (Not ****)
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, cant hide it (Hide it)
Walk around with two Glizzys in my pocket (Pocket)
I really ****ed it, flip a **** * like a socket (Socket)
*****, way before the fame we was wildin
Then they killed my ***** Ralo from the projects (Projects)
And its a shame, all the ******* that was curvin
I see the same damn names in my comments (Comments)
She was lookin O.D. from her side eyes
Say she aint an eater, oh she lied , oh she lied-lied
Woke up to three ******* in my bed
Made me say it three times, 'Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine'
I aint rockin with no ho *****s or bozo
Thats a no-no, ***** nah, nah
I know they know my flaws, the way i rock Dolce and Gabannas
I lost my *****s to the streets when it coulda been me
Its ****ed up, they either dead or doin fed time
Boy, you all about your bread, so am I
If its money on your mind, .45 to your head now
And I keep it by the dresser
Thats for any ***** who tried to break my heart, I wont let ya
Still got blood on my denims
That was all the blood that was in em, no more love in a *****
No morelove in the ***** but I swear her company made me so confortable
I dont **** with her (Yeah), the way she **** with me
And its probably because Im 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 Im a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
****s put me on the big ass purple jet
Im flexin more than ever, she like, 'Money make me wet'
And if I die, Ima 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 aint an eater, oh she lie all the time, time
I woke up to three **** *** in my bed
Made me say it three times, 'Like you fine, oh you fine-fine'
I aint rockin with no ho *****s or bozo
Thats a no -no, ***** nah, nah
I know they love my fly, the way i rock Dolce and Gabannas
I lost my *****s to the streets when it coulda been me
Its ****ed up, they either dead or doin fed time
Ho, you all about your press, so am I
If its money on your mind, .45 to your head now
And I keep it by the dresser
Just in case a ***** try to break my heart, I wont let ya
I still got blound on my denims
That was the blood that was in em, no more love in a *****
Run through it, all the bands that a ***** got
I wonder, if the streets till care about me
Know Im sturdy, I can never really talk about it
Im numb to it, I stay still when I hear shots
Numb to it, I stay still when I hear shots
I hear *****s talkin bout the money that they dont 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 *****s sittin up, yeah
I send money to my daughter, shes a rugrat
I been through it but Im not givin up, yeah
I switch up of different cars now they upset
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