Blood On My Jeans

Damn, I tried to stop, oh Baby (808 Mafia), baby (baby), baby (baby), babe You literally are my everything (baby, Gezin) Hah (baby) Baby, I′ve been on the run (yeah) But I would never run from your love (uh-uh) If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (uh-huh) Not right there, just a little above 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) Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of ′em (yeah) Huh, lean, huh 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) Saints Row cup, ain′t no red in my lean (uh-uh) Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (uh-huh) Still a blue face king Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (let′s go) I know my haters hate to see me succeed If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me That shit got me laughin′, haha Kel-Tec get to rappin′, grrah, grrah Fuck nigga, I'm your father Don′t matter if you older They say age is just a number If that's the case, I′m way over Than who? These niggas (uh-huh) And these bitches that think that they get it (uh-huh) For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (uh-huh) Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (uh-huh) Walk through the night with my gun like a creep On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C I don′t know what it's gonna take you to believe 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 fuckery Baby, I′ve been on the run But I would never run from your love If you feel on my dick, there's a gun Not right there, just a little above 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) Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah) Huh, lean, huh 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 Close range, so I got blood on my jeans