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yella beezy - it ain't my fault lyrics

[intro]
shun on da-
it ain’t my fault, ayy
it ain’t my fault, ayy
shun on da beat

[chorus]
it ain’t my fault that i be flexin’ on these n-ggas
(it ain’t my fault)
it ain’t my fault i chase this bread instead of b-tches
(it ain’t my fault)
it ain’t my fault, ayy (ayy)
it ain’t my fault, ayy (ayy)
it ain’t my fault that your b-tch wanna text a n-gga
(it ain’t my fault)
it ain’t my fault that we ain’t got the same ambition
(it ain’t my fault)
it ain’t my fault, ayy (ayy)
it ain’t my fault, ayy (ayy)

[verse 1]
no, it ain’t my fault
i got sauce and i’m a boss
i got raw, my southern drawl
got the lil’ b-tch panties comin’ off
i stole a pack and i go get it off
went and hid some pounds in my new loft
kickin’ this swag, boy, this sh-t drippin’ off
i do the dash and then i get lost
skrrt, huh, hoo, i’m gone
don’t call my phone, you ain’t tryna bone
it won’t be long ’til i get on
that n-gga ain’t right so i did ‘im wrong
doot-doot-doot-doot to your dome
i- i- i spit the real and y’all n-ggas joke
f-ck how you feel, put that on my dome
you know i f-cked that lil’ b-tch down ’til the morn’
my diamond, water, your b-tch, water
i might raw her, that’s your daughter
never saw her, but i might call her
she bend over, look at her, hi, mrs. parker
if i serve this juice then it gotta be darker
can’t cut with this blade, it gotta be sharper
the smell make me nauseous, i shoot at imposters
margiela, eatin’ on noodles and pasta

[chorus]
it ain’t my fault that i be flexin’ on these n-ggas
(it ain’t my fault)
it ain’t my fault i chase this bread instead of b-tches
(it ain’t my fault)
it ain’t my fault, ayy (ayy)
it ain’t my fault, ayy (ayy)
it ain’t my fault that your b-tch wanna test a n-gga
(it ain’t my fault)
it ain’t my fault that we ain’t got the same ambition
(it ain’t my fault)
it ain’t my fault, ayy (ayy)
it ain’t my fault, ayy (ayy)

[verse 2]
ayy, we ain’t got the same ambition
n-gga, we don’t even f-ck the same kind of b-tches
n-gga, we ain’t even got the same kind of vision
cut from another cloth, we ain’t the same kind of n-gga
i’m really ashamed of you n-ggas
make these ho feel special, how lame are you n-ggas?
h-ll yeah, cuz, i’m blamin’ you n-ggas
blow the b-tch head up, now she thinkin’ she bigger
the f-ck is you thinkin’, my n-gga?
get in front the law and start singin’, my n-gga?
and i really thought that they were dancin’, my n-gga?
i’ll f-ck around and start blankin’, my n-gga
what’s up with them bangers, my n-gga?
put your fingers up and start bangin’, my n-gga
rep that sh-t, what you claimin’, my n-gga?
if they start trippin’, let ’em rang out, my n-gga (ayy)
you know what crazy? (crazy)
a lot of these n-ggas, they tried to play me (play me)
didn’t think i would make it (didn’t think i would make it)
but now i’ma throw the sh-t up in their faces (faces)
put that on my baby (put that on my baby)
i’ma sh-t on these n-ggas until god take me (’til god take me)
the f-ck is you sayin’? (is you sayin’?)
i’ma l!ck the plate then and then i’ll scr-pe it, n-gga

[outro]
shun on da-

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