Paroles de la chanson Blood On My Denim par A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
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Paroles de la chanson Blood On My Denim par A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
(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'll say I'm not shit (Not shit)
I could do the same thing, you'll leave me cryin' (Cryin')
She got a little deeper through the process (Process)
Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (Hide it)
Walkin' 'round with two Glizzys in my pocket
Already cocked it, flip a nigga like a socket (Socket)
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'll say I'm not shit (Not shit)
I could do the same thing, you'll leave me cryin' (Cryin')
She got a little deeper through the process (Process)
Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (Hide it)
Walkin' 'round with two Glizzys in my pocket
Already cocked it, flip a nigga like a socket (Socket)
Nigga, way before the fame we was wildin'
Then they killed my nigga Quado in 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 a side eye
Said 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 a bozo
That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah
I know they love my fly
The way I rock Dolce and Gabanna
Then they killed my nigga Quado in 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 a side eye
Said 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 a bozo
That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah
I know they love my fly
The way I rock Dolce and Gabanna
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 try to break my heart, I won't let ya
Still got blood on my denims
That was all the blood that was in him, no more love in a nigga
No more love in a 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
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 try to break my heart, I won't let ya
Still got blood on my denims
That was all the blood that was in him, no more love in a nigga
No more love in a 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 into the grave on my def
Same fit for a week, now I hate Nike tech
Now I'm a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
Biggs 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, ah
She was lookin' O.D. from a side eye
Said 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 a bozo
That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah
I know they love my fly
Same fit for a week, now I hate Nike tech
Now I'm a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
Biggs 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, ah
She was lookin' O.D. from a side eye
Said 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 a bozo
That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah
I know they love my fly
The way I rock Dolce and Gabanna
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
Just in case a bitch ever try to break my heart, I won't let ya
I still got blood on my denims
That was the blood that was in him, 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
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
Just in case a bitch ever try to break my heart, I won't let ya
I still got blood on my denims
That was the blood that was in him, 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 on different cars, now they upset
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 on different cars, now they upset
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