Hi-C
Blood Stains
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Blood stains on my Truey jeans
Blood on my Truey jeans
Blood stains on my Truey jeans
Blood stains on my Truey je—, jeans
Blood stains on my Truey jeans, and I got the finer things
Why they always hatin'? But they also fuck with me
N***as flex designer, but they fake livin’ lavishly
Got no personality, yeah

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I got pretty bitches on me, they stay obsessed, so I keep a strap on me
They stay obsessed, bitch, get the fuck off me
They stay distressed like the jeans I got on mе
Diamonds dancin' on my jeans, they be up all ovеr me
They say want the old me, can't let the past hold me
Lip service, they be talkin’, new jeans, I be walkin'
Black and red like Emily, strange they always envy me, yeah

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Blood stains on my Truey jeans
Blood on my Truey jeans
Blood stains on my Truey jeans
Blood stains on my Truey je—, jeans
Blood stains on my Truey jeans, and I got the finer things
Why they always hatin'? But they also fuck with me
N***as flex designer, but they fake livin' lavishly
Got no personality
[Verse 2: Hi-C]
Blo-blood stains on my roarguns
Blood stains on my roar guns
Blo-blood stains on my roarguns
Blo-blood stains on my roar guns
Roarguns, dri-drippin' blood
I ca—, I cannot give a fuck
Dodge hot rod, cherry gut
Par-parked outside, old school on them days
I-I cannot be the one
NUMBER (N)INE thigh pads honey buns
Starlight chain bright as the sun
Skull cap Chrome Hearts one to one
Gold caps, ate shrooms by the ton
Sha-shawty said, "All the hoes by the budge"
You-you a blood, ba-back with the [?]
Fill them up full of holes like a sponge
Back in the days, bloody shoes, they Off-White
Ba-back of the rave with the nose full of dust
What the fuck, bitch, are you dumb?
On my dick, no, you can't get above
Catch-catch a buzz rubbing coke on my gums
High as fuck with the coke and the blunt
Hi—, Hi-C, bitch, hell yeah, he was up
Bloody Ricks, kickin' shit like the Bucks