ฟังเพลงBlood On My Denim (Explicit)

Song: Blood On My Denim

Artist: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

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 ******* just be thottin' (Thottin')

If I do the same thing, you'd say I'm 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, can't hide it (Hide it)

Walk around with two Glizzy's 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 it's 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 ain't 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 ain't rockin' with no ho *****s or bozo

That's 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

It's ****ed 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 ***** 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 *****

No more love in the ***** but I swear her company made me so confortable

I don't **** with her (Yeah), the way she **** 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

****s put me on the big ass 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 ******* in my bed

Made me say it three times, "Like you fine, oh you fine-fine"

I ain't rockin' with no ho *****s or bozo

That's 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

It's ****ed 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 ***** 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 *****

Run through it, all the bands that 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 *****s 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 *****s 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