Blood On My Denim

LETRA

Blood On My Denim

[Intro]
It's JoeFromYo

[Verse 1]
I thought every girl I had was the one (Uh, huh), but she was not it
It's kind of funny all these bitches just 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 ni*** like a socket (Socket)
Nigga, way before the fame we was wildin'
Then they killed my ni*** 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)

[Chorus]
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, ni*** nah, nah
I know they know my flaws, the way i rock Dolce and Gabannas
I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
It's fuc*** 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 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 ni***

[Verse 2]
No more love in the ni*** but I swear her company made me so confortable
I don't f*** with her (Yeah), the way she f*** 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
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 milly on my neck, uh

[Chorus]
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 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, ni*** nah, nah
I know they love my fly, the way i rock Dolce and Gabannas
I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
It's fuc*** 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 ni***

[Verse 3]
Run through it, all the bands that a ni*** 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 akh
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.