[00:00.000] 作词 : Artist Dubose/Joseph Zoumboulias/Damile Coste
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Artist Dubose/Joseph Zoumboulias/Damile Coste
[00:08.799]It's JoeFromYo
[00:16.689]I thought every girl I had was the one (Uh, huh), but she was not it
[00:19.850]Ninety nine present of b!tches be thottin' (Thottin')
[00:22.317]Blood On My Denim by A Boogie Wit da Hoodie from the album Artist 2.0. If I do the same thing, you'd say I'm not **** (Not ****
[00:24.232]I could do the same thing and leave you cryin' (Cryin')
[00:26.301]She got a little deeper through the process (Process)
[00:28.472]Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (Hide it)
[00:30.889]Walk around with two Glizzy's in my pocket (Pocket)
[00:32.902]I really ****ed it, flip a ***** like a socket (Socket)
[00:35.036]*****, way before the fame we was wildin'
[00:37.274]Then they killed my ***** Ralo from the projects (Projects)
[00:39.397]And it's a shame, all the ******* that was curvin'
[00:41.670]I see the same damn names in my comments (Comments)
[00:43.977]She was lookin' O.D. from her side eyes
[00:46.190]Say she ain't an eater, oh she lied, oh she lied-lied
[00:48.431]Woke up to three ******* in my bed
[00:50.306]Made me say it three times, "Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine"
[00:52.392]I ain't rockin' with no ho bitches or bozo
[00:54.915]That's a no-no, bitch nah, nah
[00:57.108]I know they know my flaws, the way i rock Dolce and Gabannas
[01:01.545]I lost my bitches to the streets when it coulda been me
[01:03.807]It's ****ed up, they either dead or doin' fed time
[01:05.957]Boy, you all about your bread, so am I
[01:08.298]If it's money on your mind, .45 to your head now
[01:10.482]And I keep it by the dresser
[01:11.912]That's for any bitch who tried to break my heart, I won't let ya
[01:14.095]Still got blood on my denims
[01:16.044]That was all the blood that was in 'em, no more love in a bitch
[01:18.966]No more love in the bitch but I swear her company made me so comfortable
[01:23.133]I don't **** with her (Yeah), the way she **** with me
[01:26.655]And it's probably because I'm from the X, where they take for respect
[01:29.378]Thought I woulda been it 'till they grave on my depths
[01:31.670]Same fit for a week, now I hate Nike tech
[01:33.901]Now I'm a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
[01:36.054]Niggas put me on the big ass purple jet
[01:38.194]I'm flexin' more than ever, she like, "Money make me wet"
[01:40.495]And if I die, I'ma die for my respect
[01:42.584]Bury me with like a milly on my neck, uh
[01:45.220]She was lookin' O.D. from my side eyes
[01:47.601]Say she ain't an eater, oh she lie all the time, time
[01:49.890]I woke up to three niggas in my bed
[01:51.905]Made me say it three times, "Like you fine, oh you fine-fine"
[01:54.387]I ain't rockin' with no ho bitches or bozo
[01:56.675]That's a no-no, bitch nah, nah
[01:58.791]I know they love my fly, the way i rock Dolce and Gabannas
[02:03.118]I lost my bitches to the streets when it coulda been me
[02:05.446]It's ****ed up, they either dead or doin' fed time
[02:07.490]Ho, you all about your press, so am I
[02:09.798]If it's money on your mind, .45 to your head now
[02:11.905]And I keep it by the dresser
[02:13.489]Just in case a bitch try to break my heart, I won't let ya
[02:15.584]I still got blound on my denims
[02:17.897]That was the blood that was in 'em, no more love in a bitch
[02:20.753]Run through it, all the bands that a nigga got
[02:23.120]I wonder, if the streets till care about me
[02:25.480]Know I'm sturdy, I can never really talk about it
[02:27.648]I'm numb to it, I stay still when I hear shots
[02:29.716]Numb to it, I stay still when I hear shots
[02:31.708]I hear niggas talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got
[02:33.873]I used to be up on the corner with my young opp
[02:35.949]Now I go buy a couple pounds of the frontal
[02:38.279]I still smoke it by the pound, I get dumb high
[02:40.564]I still smoke it by the pound like a rasta
[02:42.630]I send money to my niggas sittin' up, yeah
[02:44.833]I send money to my daughter, she's a rugrat
[02:47.103]I been through it but I'm not givin' up, yeah
[02:49.545]I switch up of different cars now they upset

作词 : Artist Dubose/Joseph Zoumboulias/Damile Coste
作曲 : 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
Ninety nine present of b!tches be thottin' (Thottin')
Blood On My Denim by A Boogie Wit da Hoodie from the album Artist 2.0. 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 bitches or bozo
That's a no-no, bitch nah, nah
I know they know my flaws, the way i rock Dolce and Gabannas
I lost my bitches 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 bitch 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 bitch
No more love in the bitch but I swear her company made me so comfortable
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
Niggas 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 niggas in my bed
Made me say it three times, "Like you fine, oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho bitches or bozo
That's a no-no, bitch nah, nah
I know they love my fly, the way i rock Dolce and Gabannas
I lost my bitches 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 bitch 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 bitch
Run through it, all the bands that a nigga 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 niggas 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 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