Blood On My Denim (Explicit)

Blood On My Denim (Explicit) - A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Lyrics by：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