d.p.g. - it ain't my fault lyrics
[chorus]
it ain’t my fault, i’m f-ckin’ your girl
can’t you seeeeee, i’m f-ckin’ your girl
it ain’t my fault, i’m f-ckin’ your girl
can’t you seeeeee, she came on to me
[daz dillinger]
while you mad i ain’t got nothin’ to be mad about
i’m in my house with my b-lls up on yo’ couch
with the remote in hand, d-ck in the other
waitin’ on yo’ b-tch to bring me a rubber
in and out, out and in
it was us to begin then was just her and her friends
gettin’ busy for b-a and diggy, we hit the city
me and kurupt, bad azz – dogg pound committee (yeah)
(question) you see how your girl act around me?
(question) look at your phone bill, see how she on me?
(question) when she around she stop holdin’ your hand
(question) she’s my b-tch and you her man
awareness, me and you – yeah we can share this
i don’t f-ck bareness, n-gga that’s careless
don’t hate me, hate the b-tch, congratulate this
had s-x when we back in the mix
[chorus]
it ain’t my fault, i’m f-ckin’ your girl
can’t you seeeeee, i’m f-ckin’ your girl
it ain’t my fault, i’m f-ckin’ your girl
can’t you seeeeee, she came on to me
[bad azz]
me, i’m always checkin’ game with my psycho factions
b-tch, i’m super bad like i’m michael jackson
playa, while you sleepin’ i’m creepin’ all in your world
in your house on your couch dippin’ all in your girl
we ain’t always at your house, one time i took her out
we drove around town with my d-ck in her mouth
your love is my fun, yeah i’m f-ckin’ your girl
i’ma thug, she the one, i’m just f-ckin’ your girl
it’s nothin’ to a boss so don’t be mad at all
she a freak, you know the way she reach and grab some b-lls
right before they wind up stuck in the jaws
yeah that’s the way that she always get at me
you always outta town so she always get at me
she seen me with daz, made some p-sses at me
she love this bad d-ck so she always attack me
we f-cked on the floor, she ate my d-ck like a lunchable
you need a bigger bed that’s more f-ckable
[chorus]
it ain’t my fault, i’m f-ckin’ your girl
can’t you seeeeee, i’m f-ckin’ your girl
it ain’t my fault, i’m f-ckin’ your girl
can’t you seeeeee, she came on to me
[kurupt]
it – ain’t – my – thang
it ain’t my club, it ain’t my car
i didn’t buy the rubbers, i didn’t pick her up
but i’ma d-ck her up and get my d-ck and stick it up
get your b-tch together, hold that b-tch
before i get young gail to fold that b-tch
gotstra, all the hoes want a piece of him
it’s only the ones he d-cks and then releases ’em
see your b-tch is a super freak
i f-cked yo’ b-tch last week – d.p.g
you know we smash the streets
dippin’ in the ‘llac bangin’ cl-ssic beats
see i don’t give a f-ck – who you talkin’ to
i got one for her and one for you
n-gga see i don’t know what the f-ck you wanna do
if it can happen to me, it could happen to you
but it ain’t, but it ain’t
[chorus]
it ain’t my fault, i’m f-ckin’ your girl
can’t you seeeeee, i’m f-ckin’ your girl
it ain’t my fault, i’m f-ckin’ your girl
can’t you seeeeee, she came on to me
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