Blame
Justin Rarri
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I said too bad you ain't got no bands Shorty give me good top with the no hands Member standin' 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 standin' 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 stressin', ain't know what to do And the pain I'm feelin' I'ma blame it on you Unappreciated I'ma shit right on you Nigga word to my blood, ayy Word to my I ain't ever cryin' to a bitch .45, nigga, no lackin' on a bitch Runnin' my city who the f*ck is tryna diss And I be the lil' nigga ridin' with the fuckin' blick I done cut five niggas that's all about a bitch I done got five bands then flexed up on that bitch I got out the streets nigga they all up in the mix Got the grip my niggas ain't playin with a I get yo' blood shot Look at the head lights Ridin' that foreign got it Suicide red dot He got a red dot If he talkin' that nigga a dead opp Bitch I don't give a f*ck bout no fed opps Grab the blicky my nigga gon' lay 'em out I said too bad you ain't got no bands Shorty give me good top with the no hands Member standin' 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 standin' 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 stressin', ain't know what to do And the pain I'm feelin' I'ma blame it on you Unappreciated I'ma shit right on you Nigga word to my blood, ayy Word to my Got a freaky bitch call her exotic And she's suckin' my kids like colada Want to take all that shit and narcotics I don't f*ck with that shit I'm an artist If I don't feel that lil bitch kick her out it I just made twenty bands off of recordin' You try finesse me I'm takin' your mind I caught that Nigga right up in the alley Bitch I go stupid brazy go retarded Ask me no questions Nigga I ain't start it All that designer on her yea I bought it That don't mean shit I left her broken hearted Linked up another shorty out of state Kickin' these niggas right up in they place Caliber shoot a nigga in his face Hittin' the jets he runnin' from the jakes I said too bad you ain't got no bands Shorty give me good top with the no hands Member standin' 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 standin' 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 stressin', ain't know what to do And the pain I'm feelin' 'Imma blame it on you Unappreciated I'ma shit right on you Nigga word to my blood, ayy Word to my Got a freaky bitch call her exotic And she's suckin' my kids like colada Want to take all that shit and narcotics I don't f*ck with that shit I'm an artist If I don't feel that lil bitch kick her out it I just made twenty bands off of recordin' You try finesse me I'm takin' your mind I caught that Nigga right up in the alley
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