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Juice WRLD - Blood On My Jeans (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Lord
Max Lord
Songwriter
Arian Vuica
Arian Vuica
Songwriter
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Filip Gezin
Filip Gezin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Lord
Max Lord
Producer
Strapazoot
Strapazoot
Producer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Filip Gezin
Filip Gezin
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ah
Damn, I tried to stop, oh
Baby, baby, baby, babe (Baby, baby)
808 Mafia
You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin)
Ha (Baby)
[Chorus]
Baby, I been on the run (Yeah)
But I would never run from your love (Yeah)
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Yeah)
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 Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, drinkin' lean, huh
Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam (Ba-ba-bow)
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)
[Verse 1]
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh)
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh)
Still the 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 (Uh-huh)
That shit got me laughin', haha
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
Fuck ****, 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 older
Than who? These **** (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
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Aye, aye, aye)
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
[Chorus]
Baby, I 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 Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, drinkin' 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
Written by: Arian Vuica, Filip Gezin, Jarad Higgins, Max Lord
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