Blood On My Denim
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๐ Lyrics
It's JoeFromYo
I thought every girl I had was the one (Uh, huh), but she was not it
Ninety nine percent of bitches be thottin' (Thottin')
If I do the same thing, you'd say I'm not shit (Not shit)
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 nigga like a socket (Socket)
Nigga, way before the fame we was wildin'
Then they killed my nigga Quado from the projects (Projects)
And it's a shame, all the bitches 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 bitches in my bed
Made me say it three times, "Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho' niggas or bozo
That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah
I know they know my flaws, the way I rock Dolce and Gabbana
I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
It's fucked 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 hairline
And I keep it by the dresser
That's for any bitch who ever 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 nigga
No more love in the nigga but I
Swear her company made me so comfortable
I don't fuck with her (Yeah), the way she fuck with me
And it's probably 'cause I'm from the X, where they take for respect
Thought I woulda been it 'til 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
Dicks put me on the big ass purple Puma 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 milli' on my neck, uh
She was lookin' O.D. from my side eyes
Say she ain't an eater, but she lie all the time, time
I woke up to three bitches in my bed
Made me say it three times, "Like you fine, oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho' niggas or bozo
That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah
I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabbana
I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
It's fucked 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 hairline
And I keep it by the dresser
Just in case a bitch try to break my heart, I won't let ya
I still got blood on my denims
That was the blood that was in 'em, no more love in a nigga
Run through it, all the bands that a nigga got
I wonder, if the streets still care about me
Long story, I can never really talk about it
I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
Numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
I hear niggas talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got
I used to be up on the corner with my young akh
Now I go buy a couple pounds of the fronto
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 niggas 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
I thought every girl I had was the one (Uh, huh), but she was not it
Ninety nine percent of bitches be thottin' (Thottin')
If I do the same thing, you'd say I'm not shit (Not shit)
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 nigga like a socket (Socket)
Nigga, way before the fame we was wildin'
Then they killed my nigga Quado from the projects (Projects)
And it's a shame, all the bitches 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 bitches in my bed
Made me say it three times, "Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho' niggas or bozo
That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah
I know they know my flaws, the way I rock Dolce and Gabbana
I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
It's fucked 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 hairline
And I keep it by the dresser
That's for any bitch who ever 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 nigga
No more love in the nigga but I
Swear her company made me so comfortable
I don't fuck with her (Yeah), the way she fuck with me
And it's probably 'cause I'm from the X, where they take for respect
Thought I woulda been it 'til 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
Dicks put me on the big ass purple Puma 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 milli' on my neck, uh
She was lookin' O.D. from my side eyes
Say she ain't an eater, but she lie all the time, time
I woke up to three bitches in my bed
Made me say it three times, "Like you fine, oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho' niggas or bozo
That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah
I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabbana
I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
It's fucked 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 hairline
And I keep it by the dresser
Just in case a bitch try to break my heart, I won't let ya
I still got blood on my denims
That was the blood that was in 'em, no more love in a nigga
Run through it, all the bands that a nigga got
I wonder, if the streets still care about me
Long story, I can never really talk about it
I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
Numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
I hear niggas talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got
I used to be up on the corner with my young akh
Now I go buy a couple pounds of the fronto
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 niggas 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.44] It's JoeFromYo
[00:11.62]
[00:16.52] I thought every girl I had was the one (Uh, huh), but she was not it
[00:19.71] Ninety nine percent of bitches be thottin' (Thottin')
[00:22.10] If I do the same thing, you'd say I'm not shit (Not shit)
[00:24.42] I could do the same thing and leave you cryin' (Cryin')
[00:26.33] She got a little deeper through the process (Process)
[00:28.58] Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (Hide it)
[00:30.66] Walk around with two Glizzy's in my pocket (Pocket)
[00:32.52] I really cocked it, flip a nigga like a socket (Socket)
[00:35.23] Nigga, way before the fame we was wildin'
[00:37.38] Then they killed my nigga Quado from the projects (Projects)
[00:39.49] And it's a shame, all the bitches that was curvin'
[00:41.41] I see the same damn names in my comments (Comments)
[00:43.93] She was lookin' O.D. from her side eyes
[00:45.76] Say she ain't an eater, oh she lied, oh she lied-lied
[00:48.17] Woke up to three bitches in my bed
[00:49.89] Made me say it three times, "Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine"
[00:52.63] I ain't rockin' with no ho' niggas or bozo
[00:55.28] That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah
[00:57.18] I know they know my flaws, the way I rock Dolce and Gabbana
[01:01.56] I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
[01:03.83] It's fucked up, they either dead or doin' Fed time
[01:05.93] Boy, you all about your bread, so am I
[01:07.45] If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline
[01:10.48] And I keep it by the dresser
[01:11.85] That's for any bitch who ever tried to break my heart, I won't let ya
[01:14.79] Still got blood on my denims
[01:16.28] That was all the blood that was in 'em, no more love in a nigga
[01:19.03] No more love in the nigga but I
[01:20.97] Swear her company made me so comfortable
[01:23.11] I don't fuck with her (Yeah), the way she fuck with me
[01:26.47] And it's probably 'cause I'm from the X, where they take for respect
[01:29.29] Thought I woulda been it 'til they grave on my depths
[01:31.41] Same fit for a week, now I hate Nike tech
[01:33.67] Now I'm a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
[01:35.60] Dicks put me on the big ass purple Puma jet
[01:38.05] I'm flexin' more than ever, she like, "Money make me wet"
[01:40.34] And if I die, I'ma die for my respect
[01:42.45] Bury me with like a milli' on my neck, uh
[01:45.57] She was lookin' O.D. from my side eyes
[01:47.47] Say she ain't an eater, but she lie all the time, time
[01:49.85] I woke up to three bitches in my bed
[01:51.67] Made me say it three times, "Like you fine, oh you fine-fine"
[01:54.27] I ain't rockin' with no ho' niggas or bozo
[01:56.98] That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah
[01:58.84] I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabbana
[02:03.14] I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
[02:05.58] It's fucked up, they either dead or doin' Fed time
[02:07.66] Ho', you all about your press, so am I
[02:09.53] If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline
[02:12.17] And I keep it by the dresser
[02:13.52] Just in case a bitch try to break my heart, I won't let ya
[02:16.36] I still got blood on my denims
[02:18.00] That was the blood that was in 'em, no more love in a nigga
[02:20.77] Run through it, all the bands that a nigga got
[02:23.24] I wonder, if the streets still care about me
[02:25.37] Long story, I can never really talk about it
[02:27.46] I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
[02:29.62] Numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
[02:31.80] I hear niggas talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got
[02:33.93] I used to be up on the corner with my young akh
[02:36.13] Now I go buy a couple pounds of the fronto
[02:38.37] I still smoke it by the pound, I get dumb high
[02:40.62] I still smoke it by the pound like a rasta
[02:42.73] I send money to my niggas sittin' up, yeah
[02:44.94] I send money to my daughter, she's a rugrat
[02:47.13] I been through it but I'm not givin' up, yeah
[02:49.39] I switch up of different cars now they upset
[02:51.21]
[00:11.62]
[00:16.52] I thought every girl I had was the one (Uh, huh), but she was not it
[00:19.71] Ninety nine percent of bitches be thottin' (Thottin')
[00:22.10] If I do the same thing, you'd say I'm not shit (Not shit)
[00:24.42] I could do the same thing and leave you cryin' (Cryin')
[00:26.33] She got a little deeper through the process (Process)
[00:28.58] Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (Hide it)
[00:30.66] Walk around with two Glizzy's in my pocket (Pocket)
[00:32.52] I really cocked it, flip a nigga like a socket (Socket)
[00:35.23] Nigga, way before the fame we was wildin'
[00:37.38] Then they killed my nigga Quado from the projects (Projects)
[00:39.49] And it's a shame, all the bitches that was curvin'
[00:41.41] I see the same damn names in my comments (Comments)
[00:43.93] She was lookin' O.D. from her side eyes
[00:45.76] Say she ain't an eater, oh she lied, oh she lied-lied
[00:48.17] Woke up to three bitches in my bed
[00:49.89] Made me say it three times, "Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine"
[00:52.63] I ain't rockin' with no ho' niggas or bozo
[00:55.28] That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah
[00:57.18] I know they know my flaws, the way I rock Dolce and Gabbana
[01:01.56] I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
[01:03.83] It's fucked up, they either dead or doin' Fed time
[01:05.93] Boy, you all about your bread, so am I
[01:07.45] If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline
[01:10.48] And I keep it by the dresser
[01:11.85] That's for any bitch who ever tried to break my heart, I won't let ya
[01:14.79] Still got blood on my denims
[01:16.28] That was all the blood that was in 'em, no more love in a nigga
[01:19.03] No more love in the nigga but I
[01:20.97] Swear her company made me so comfortable
[01:23.11] I don't fuck with her (Yeah), the way she fuck with me
[01:26.47] And it's probably 'cause I'm from the X, where they take for respect
[01:29.29] Thought I woulda been it 'til they grave on my depths
[01:31.41] Same fit for a week, now I hate Nike tech
[01:33.67] Now I'm a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
[01:35.60] Dicks put me on the big ass purple Puma jet
[01:38.05] I'm flexin' more than ever, she like, "Money make me wet"
[01:40.34] And if I die, I'ma die for my respect
[01:42.45] Bury me with like a milli' on my neck, uh
[01:45.57] She was lookin' O.D. from my side eyes
[01:47.47] Say she ain't an eater, but she lie all the time, time
[01:49.85] I woke up to three bitches in my bed
[01:51.67] Made me say it three times, "Like you fine, oh you fine-fine"
[01:54.27] I ain't rockin' with no ho' niggas or bozo
[01:56.98] That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah
[01:58.84] I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabbana
[02:03.14] I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
[02:05.58] It's fucked up, they either dead or doin' Fed time
[02:07.66] Ho', you all about your press, so am I
[02:09.53] If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline
[02:12.17] And I keep it by the dresser
[02:13.52] Just in case a bitch try to break my heart, I won't let ya
[02:16.36] I still got blood on my denims
[02:18.00] That was the blood that was in 'em, no more love in a nigga
[02:20.77] Run through it, all the bands that a nigga got
[02:23.24] I wonder, if the streets still care about me
[02:25.37] Long story, I can never really talk about it
[02:27.46] I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
[02:29.62] Numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
[02:31.80] I hear niggas talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got
[02:33.93] I used to be up on the corner with my young akh
[02:36.13] Now I go buy a couple pounds of the fronto
[02:38.37] I still smoke it by the pound, I get dumb high
[02:40.62] I still smoke it by the pound like a rasta
[02:42.73] I send money to my niggas sittin' up, yeah
[02:44.94] I send money to my daughter, she's a rugrat
[02:47.13] I been through it but I'm not givin' up, yeah
[02:49.39] I switch up of different cars now they upset
[02:51.21]