Juice WRLD – Blood On My Jeans (Guitar)

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Damn, I tried to stop,

B
Oh baby

   A
baby (Baby),

A
baby

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babe (You literally are my everything)

A
    Baby, I've been on the run 

A
    But I would never run from your love

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    If you feel on my dick, there's a gun

 B
    Not right there, just a little above

A                                    A
   I value my relationship, it's forever,

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    Broke up with codeine, need a new plug

  B
    Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em

A
    Huh, lean,

A
   Huh, Put Biscotti in my

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lungs, I'm smokin' green,

B
   Chopper on  me, I don't

A
talk, I just up the beam,

A
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave

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(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene

B
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

A
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean

A
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green

                  B
Still a blue face king

                                  A
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean

                                    A
I know my haters hate to see me succeed

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If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me

                              B
That shit got me laughin', haha

                                  A
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah

                         A
Fuck nigga, I'm your father

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Don't matter if you older

                       B
They say age is just a number,

                              A
If that's the case, I'm way over

                       A
Than who? These niggas

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For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick

       B
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket

A
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep

       A
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C

        C#m
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe

B
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you

A
 (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

A
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you

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    You stuck with me,

       B
 apologies for my fuckery

A
    Baby, I've been on the run 

A
    But I would never run from your love

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    If you feel on my dick, there's a gun

 B
    Not right there, just a little above

A                                    A
   I value my relationship, it's forever,

C#m
    Broke up with codeine, need a new plug

  B
    Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em

A
    Huh, lean,

A
   Huh, Put Biscotti in my

C#m
lungs, I'm smokin' green,

B
   Chopper on  me, I don't

A
talk, I just up the beam,

A
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave

C#m
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene

B
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans