Chords for A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Blood On My Denim [Official Audio]

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It's Joe from LA
All the bitches that was curving
I see the same damn names in my [Dm] comments
She [A] was looking OD from the side
I said she ain't an eater, oh she lied, oh [G] she lied, lied
Woke up to three bitches in my bed
Made me say it three times, are you fine, are [Am] you fine, fine?
I ain't rocking with no hoe
Niggas don't oppose, oh that's a no, no
[G] Nigga, nah, nah, I know they love
My fly, the way I rock
Doja and [Am] Cabana, I lost my niggas
To the streets when they could've been me
It's fucked up, they even better doing [G] fair time
Boy you all about your bread, so am I
If it's money, you need mine, 45 to [Am] your hairline
And I keep it by the dresser
That's for any bitch who ever tried to break my heart
I'm [G] on that check, still got blood on my denims
That was for the blood that was in it
No more love in [Am] a nigga
No more love in a nigga, but I still have company
Make me so [G] comfortable, I don't
Fog with her, the way she fog with me
And it's probably cause I'm from [Am] the X
Where they take for respect
Thought I would've been into the grave, but my depth ain't fit
For a week, now [G] I hate Nike Tech
Now I'm a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
I'm a big dicks, put me on a big [Am] ass purple Puma jet
I'm flexing more than ever, she like money, make me wet
And if I die, I'ma [Em] die for my [G] respect
Buried me with like a million on my neck
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She was looking okay from her side eyes
Said she ain't an eater, but she got all [G] the time
I woke up with three pictures in my bed
Made me say it three times, like you flying like [Am] a bomb
I ain't rocking with no ho niggas or a bozo
That's an old ho nigga, [G] nah nah
I know they love my fly, do we
I ride those J and [Am] Cabana
I lost my niggas to the streets when they could've been me
It's fucked up, they even better doing fair time
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I know you all about your braids on my
If it's money on your mind, 45's on [Am] your head line
And I keep it by the dresser
Just in case a bitch ever try to break my heart
I won't [G] let ya
I still got blood on my denims
That was the blood that was in the new more love [Am] than a nigga
Run through it, all the bands that a nigga got
I wonder if the streets [G] still care about me
Long story, I can never really talk about it
I'm numb to it, I stand still when [Am] I hear shots
I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
I hear niggas talking about the money that [G] they don't got
I used to be up on the corner with my young ass
Now I'm going by a couple pounds at [Am] a front door
I still smoke it by the pound like a dumbass
I still smoke it by the pound like [G] a rockstar
I send money to my niggas sitting up
I send money to my daughter, she's [Am] a rugrat
I've been through it but I'm not giving up yet
I'm speechless on these bitch calls, now [G] they upset
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