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connie diiamond - what they do lyrics

[intro]
ayy
it ain’t my fault
(oh, lord!)
hey, look, hey

[verse 1]
heads, shoulders, knees, toes
cash, money, bags, clothes
n+ggas wanna bag hoes
realest b+tch, i never fold

[chorus]
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
it ain’t my fault you b+tches broke
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
it ain’t my fault these b+tches broke
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
it ain’t my fault you want the smoke
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
it ain’t my fault you b+tches broke

[verse 2]
i’m in the maybach, it’s a benz, huh?
she come and told me as a woman
i was just f+ckin’ all on her mans, huh?
i told her we was just friends, huh?
said she ain’t want no status
she was just holdin’ that n+gga for ransome
said she a star, she handsome
might let her eat the box
thinkin’ she runnin’ sh+t with hеr pants, huh?
i’m spendin’ all o’ these bands, huh?
i got diamonds on my nеck
and all on my wrist, look how they dance, huh?
[chorus]
ayy, he on that big d+ck energy
ayy, i’m on that “n+gga, can you handle me?”
ayy, i’m on petrone and some hennesy
i told him, “you don’t want yo b+tch to be my enemy”
what they do?
they be talkin’ like they big sh+t, ayy
what they do?
they be talkin’ like they lit+lit, ayy
what they do?
they be talkin’ money, counterfeit, ayy
what they do?
i ain’t mad but i’ll slap a b+tch, ayy
what they do?
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
it ain’t my fault you b+tches broke
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
it ain’t my fault these b+tches broke
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
it ain’t my fault you want the smoke
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
it ain’t my fault you b+tches broke

[verse 3]
look, i’m like a blessin’, i be givin’ n+ggas hope
these n+ggas worship me, i’m feelin’ like the pope
ayy, he tried to lock me down, i took him as a joke
like, that ass is mine and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout the soap
ayy, he got that girl, i wish he would
he put that p+ck+r on me good
i’m like, “ol’ girl misunderstood”
i want him liftin’ up my hood
he got me cummin’ like i should
i want a [?] we’ll call him suge
i’ll sign to def row for that wood, ugh
[chorus]
ayy, he on that big d+ck energy
ayy, i’m on that “n+gga, can you handle me?”
ayy, i’m on petrone and some hennesy
i told him, “you don’t want yo b+tch to be my enemy”
what they do?
they be talkin’ like they big sh+t, ayy
what they do?
they be talkin’ like they lit+lit, ayy
what they do?
they be talkin’ money, counterfeit, ayy
what they do?
i ain’t mad but i’ll slap a b+tch, ayy
what they do?
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
it ain’t my fault you b+tches broke
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
it ain’t my fault these b+tches broke
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
it ain’t my fault you want the smoke
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
it ain’t my fault you b+tches broke

- connie diiamond lyrics

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