BLOODY TRUEY HOODIE by GXNER. Lyrics
[Intro]
You're a goner
[Chorus]
Swear to God I love you so
Oh, why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote, so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie, left my bunny backpack at home
Swear to God I love you so
Oh, why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote, so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie, left my bunny backpack at home
[Post-Chorus]
Look back, strike a pose
Foreign car, designer clothes
Paparazzi take a shot, I'm about to hit the road
Look back, strike a pose
Foreign car, designer clothes
Paparazzi take a shot, I'm about to hit the road
[Verse]
Yeah, I'm in the club posted up at the door
And I got my trues on all designer clothes
Shawty wearing nylon snap me through her phone
Like shawty take the night off hop inside the Rolls
I drop how much on my clothes like I don't even know
This a dead bunny bag I be matching with my bro
This a True Religion hoodie I'ma wear it on the road
And when I leave the club I'ma spend the night alone
[Chorus]
Swear to God I love you so
Oh, why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote, so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie, left my bunny backpack at home
Swear to God I love you so
Oh, why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote, so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie, left my bunny backpack at home
You're a goner
[Chorus]
Swear to God I love you so
Oh, why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote, so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie, left my bunny backpack at home
Swear to God I love you so
Oh, why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote, so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie, left my bunny backpack at home
[Post-Chorus]
Look back, strike a pose
Foreign car, designer clothes
Paparazzi take a shot, I'm about to hit the road
Look back, strike a pose
Foreign car, designer clothes
Paparazzi take a shot, I'm about to hit the road
[Verse]
Yeah, I'm in the club posted up at the door
And I got my trues on all designer clothes
Shawty wearing nylon snap me through her phone
Like shawty take the night off hop inside the Rolls
I drop how much on my clothes like I don't even know
This a dead bunny bag I be matching with my bro
This a True Religion hoodie I'ma wear it on the road
And when I leave the club I'ma spend the night alone
[Chorus]
Swear to God I love you so
Oh, why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote, so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie, left my bunny backpack at home
Swear to God I love you so
Oh, why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote, so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie, left my bunny backpack at home