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uneek (uneekflow) - my fault lyrics

[intro]
huh (ahhh)

[chorus]
i don’t give a f+ck because my money long
i don’t give a f+ck because my money long
ice up in my cup, turn up my styrofoam
ice up in my cup, turn up my styrofoam
new check, spend it, make it back, the money come and goes
she think that i’m cool, she wanna have s+x, let’s go
designer on my b+tch, you know that’s my fault
designer on my b+tch, you know that’s my fault
hands all on my jeans, i know what you want (woah)
said i’ve you wet, i guess it’s my fault (woah)
too many girls all on me, and i want more than one (woah)
we should get too lit, she kissing my ear
i can tell she bad for me , i can tell shе bad for me
by the way she dancе on me, by the way she dance— uh
i can tell she bad for me, i can tell she bad for me
i can tell she bad for me how she throw it back for me
by the way you dance on me, how you throw it back on me
i can tell you bad for me, i can tell you bad for me
bad, i know you bad for me, bad, i know you bad for me
i can tell you bad for me by the way you dance on me
by the way i talk, i told this b+tch that i ain’t payin’ for her
try to keep up with me, baby, better have your passport
i just put my stamp on her, she got bully tatted on her
this foreign go too fast, two hundred my dashboard
load my bl!ck and draw my drac’, then pop out with my mask on
i got filthy rich out here, the bank ain’t got my bag for me
double r rolls, no range rover
double o bully, i’ve been gone
double o seven, i change modes (double o seven, i change modes)
[chorus]
i don’t give a f+ck because my money long (chyeah)
i don’t give a f+ck because my money long (chyeah)
ice up in my cup, turn up my styrofoam (chyeah)
ice up in my cup, turn up my styrofoam (chyeah)
new check, spend it, make it back, the money come and goes (chyeah, chyeah, chyeah, chyeah)
she think that i’m cool, she wanna have s+x, let’s go (chyeah, chyeah, chyeah, chyeah)
designer on my b+tch, you know that’s my fault (chyeah, chyeah, chyeah, chyeah)
designer on my b+tch, you know that’s my fault (chyeah, chyeah, chyeah, chyeah)
hands all on my jeans, i know what you want (yeah)
said i’ve you wet, i guess it’s my fault (yeah)
too many girls all on me, and i want more than one (woah)
we should get too lit, she kissing my ear
i can tell she bad for me , i can tell she bad for me
by the way she dance on me, by the way she dance— uh
i can tell she bad for me, i can tell she bad for me
i can tell she bad for me how she throw it back for me
by the way you dance on me, how you throw it back on me
i can tell you bad for me, i can tell you bad for me
bad, i know you bad for me, bad, i know you bad for me
i can tell you bad for me by the way you dance on me
by the way i talk, i told this b+tch that i ain’t payin’ for her
try to keep up with me, baby, better have your passport
i just put my stamp on her, she got bully tatted on her
this foreign go too fast, two hundred my dashboard
load my bl!ck and draw my drac’, then pop out with my mask on
i got filthy rich out here, the bank ain’t got my bag for me
double r rolls, no range rover
double o bully, i’ve been gone
double o seven, i change modes

- uneek uneekflow lyrics

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