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lirik lagu a luv’s wrld team – blood on my jeans

[intro: juice wrld]
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: juice wrld]
baby, i’ve been on the run (yeah)
but i would never run from your love
if you feel on my d~ck (yeah), there’s a gun (uh)
not right there, just a little above (uh)
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)
and them hot rod pockets i need two of ’em (yeah)
huh, lean (yeah, yeah)
put biscotti in my lungs
i’m smokin’ green
chopper on me, i don’t talk, i just up the beam (bow, bow, ba~ba~bow)
huh, let my gun bust a nut then leave (yeah)
i ain’t leave a clue on the scene (uh~uh)
close range so i got blood on my jeans (uh)

[verse 1: juice wrld]
saints row cup, ain’t no red in my lean (uh~huh)
bank rolled 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 (uh~huh)
when they get the chance they’ll end up murderin’ me (uh~huh)
this sh~t got me laughin’, ha~ha (ha~ha)
keltec get to rappin’, gra gra
f~ck n~gga, i’m yo’ father
don’t matter if you older
they say age is just a number
if that’s the case i’m way older
than who? these n~ggas (uh~huh)
and these b~tches that think that they get it (uh~huh)
for a backstage pass she can suck a d~ck, b~tch (uh~huh)
i got a b~tch better, get you a ticket (uh~huh)
walk through the night with my gun like a creep
but my shirt maison martin, my shoes double c
i don’t know what it’s gonna take you to believe
[pre~chorus: juice wrld]
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: juice wrld]
baby, i’ve been on the run (yeah)
but i would never run from your love
if you feel on my d~ck, there’s a gun (yeah)
not right there, just a little above (uh)
i value my relationship, it’s forever (uh)
but i’ve been cheatin’ on the drugs (yeah)
broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
and them hot rod pockets i need two of ’em (yeah)
huh, lean
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 (uh~uh)
close range so i got blood on my jeans (uh~huh)

[verse 2: gunna]
turned into a murder scene
sippin’ codeine while i’m flown on a bean
took some morphine but don’t call me a fiend (call me a fiend)
i ain’t no b~st~rd, my daddy a king (king)
wu~tang, we chasin’ the c.r.e.a.m
don’t be a fool, it ain’t not what it seems (not what it seems)
ate a dissolve, it will flow through your stream (nah)
it’s a guitar, let me play the strings (strings)
i was at the bus stop, now i got a bentley truck, lamb’ truck, rolls royce keys (rolls royce keys)
a driveway, a parking lot, uh~uh
acres and acres, entire countries (entire countries)
finally got some paper, i’m paying my fees (fees)
young gunna, wunna, keep a trick up my sleeve (my sleeve)
she like my persona, she don’t want me to leave (leave)
keepin’ it a hundred every day when you need (need)
she said “boy, i love you and i pray you don’t leave me” (me)
i ain’t goin’ nowhere, i ain’t gon’ leave you
[pre~chorus: juice wrld]
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: juice wrld]
baby, i’ve been on the run (yeah)
but i would never run from your love (yeah)
if you feel on my d~ck, there’s a gun (yeah)
not right there, just a little above (uh)
i value my relationship, it’s forever (uh)
but i’ve been cheatin’ on the drugs (yeah)
broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
and them hot rod pockets i need two of ’em (yeah)
huh, lean
put biscotti in my lungs
i’m smokin’ green
chopper on me, i don’t talk, i just up the beam (bow)
huh, let my gun bust a nut then leave (yeah)
i ain’t leave a clue on the scene (uh~uh)
close range so i got blood on my jeans (uh~huh)

[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
i told her a lot, lot, lot (lot, lot)
can’t talk ’cause you might be the cops (what?)
get the bird and i make this sh~t flock (brr)
i can make the bird do the worm out the pot (woo)
f~ckin’ on your b~tch, i secure my spot (spot, spot)
got a bentley with the frog eyes, hop, hop, hop (skrrt)
woah, come on now, why would i stop? yeah (woah)
i kicked the b~tch to the curb, yeah (curb)
when i was ridin’ on the block, uh (let’s go)
that girl, she a nat~nat, yeah (nat)
i need a fly swat, swat, uh (swat, swat)
she like the way i’m mixin’ up my rocks, yeah (woah)
the diamonds hit, leave a mirage, yeah (woah)
the rollie don’t ever tick~tock, yeah
my sections don’t never, um, flop, yeah
one~nine~four~two, yeah
shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, yeah
he talkin’ sh~t, then he got shot (brr)
them bullets went through him, they hot (hot)
he leakin’, that boy need a mop (mop)
that glock, it don’t miss, got a dot (woo)
i sold over, so how could i flop? (yeah)
she keep speakin’, that b~tch, she a thot (thot, woah)
[pre~chorus: juice wrld]
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

[verse 4: roddy ricch]
and i’m way up at the top of the loft
gotta stay up, ain’t no knockin’ me off
pull up smooth, a.i. with the cross (haha)
countin’ up wins on wins on wins, for all of my dawgs i lost
i might call pharrell, get the new chanel
thugger got the ysl, huh
i remember when the feds did the sweep, i pray my dawgs didn’t tell, huh
cruisin’ down biscayne
i was in miami, she gave me top with the top off
cartier wrist gang, got her a audemar
she got the head, knock your socks off
you ain’t gettin’ money, you ain’t f~ckin’ with me
you ain’t in your b~tch top five
i might pull up in the six with drizzy
i was just in houston, f~ckin’ with the mob ties
we don’t never ever play two sides
hang out the phantom, it’s suicide
they ridin’ my wave like a rogue tide
my necklace is wet like the poolside

[pre~chorus: juice wrld]
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

- lirik lagu a luvs wrld team

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