Lyrics Dg Jeans - Bladee

Dolce jeans when I′m with my fiends
Chase my dreams, get by any means
Blood on me, I got blood, I bleed
Drugs come free, that's why I stay drug free
I been eating good, I been bleeding bad
I felt better ′bout myself when I was feeling bad
We go to Hollywood just to get the cash
If I could I'd sell my soul to the fucking bag
And I made your swag, I feel like your dad
I feel like that is what made you mad
I'ma spend it fast, then we get it back
Hundred racks, I pull it out the trash
Velcro straps (Velcro straps)
D.E.O, bitch, I′m back (bitch, I′m back)
(Black on black) Black on black
(BMW, might crash)
No trash, no man
Catching flights, I'm jet lagged
(Built like glass) Built like glass
(No face, we use a mask) We use a mask