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justin rarri – blame lyrics

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i said too bad you ain’t got no bands
shorty give me good top with the no hands
member standing at the corner with the low grams
shorty left me down i was all broken
i said too bad you ain’t got no bands
shorty give me good top with the no hands
member standing at the corner with the low grams
shorty left me down i was all broken

i pull off in a coupe
when you left me i was stressing ain’t know what to do
and the pain im feeling imma blame it on you
unappreciated i’mma sh-t right on you
n-gga word to my blood aye
word to my
i ain’t ever crying to a b-tch
45 n-gga no lacking on a b-tch
running my city who the f-ck is tryna diss
and i be the lil n-gga riding with the f-cking bl!ck
i done cut 5 n-ggas thats all about a b-tch
i done got 5 bands then flexed up on that b-tch
i got out the streets n-gga they all up in the mix
got the grip my n-ggas ain’t playin with a
i get yo blood shot
look at the head lights
riding that foreign got it
suicide red dot
he got a red dot
if he talking that n-gga a dead opp
b-tch i dont give a f-ck bout no fed opps
grab the bl!cky my n-gga gon lay em out

i said too bad you ain’t got no bands
shorty give me good top with the no hands
member standing at the corner with the low grams
shorty left me down i was all broken
i said too bad you ain’t got no bands
shorty give me good top with the no hands
member standing at the corner with the low grams
shorty left me down i was all broken

i pull off in a coupe
when you left me i was stressing ain’t kno what to do
and the pain im feeling imma blame it on you
unappreciated i’mma sh-t right on you
n-gga word to my blood aye
word to my

got a freaky b-tch call her exotic
and she’s sucking my kids like colada
want to take all that sh-t and narcotics
i don’t f-ck with that sh-t i’m an artist
if i don’t feel that lil b-tch kick her out it
i just made 20 bands off of recording
you try finesse me im taking your mind
i caught that n-gga right up in the alley
b-tch i go stupid brazy go r-t-rded
ask me no questions n-gga i ain’t start it
all that designer on her yea i bought it
that dont mean sh-t i left her broken hearted
linked up another shorty out of state
kicking these n-ggas right up in they place
kaliber shoot a n-gga in his face
hitting the jets he running from the jakes

i said too bad you ain’t got no bands
shorty give me good top with the no hands
member standing at the corner with the low grams
shorty left me down i was all broken
i said too bad you ain’t got no bands
shorty give me good top with the no hands
member standing at the corner with the low grams
shorty left me down i was all broken

i pull off in a coupe
when you left me i was stressing ain’t kno what to do
and the pain im feeling imma blame it on you
unappreciated i’mma sh-t right on you
n-gga word to my blood aye
word to my

got a freaky b-tch call her exotic
and she’s sucking my kids like colada
want to take all that sh-t and narcotics
i don’t f-ck with that sh-t i’m an artist
if i don’t feel that lil b-tch kick her out it
i just made 20 bands off of recording
you try finesse me im taking your mind
i caught that n-gga right up in the alley



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