Testo Ain't My Fault - Trouble feat. Boosie Badazz
Testo della canzone Ain't My Fault (Trouble feat. Boosie Badazz), tratta dall'album Thug Luv
Chill
J White, I need the beat, I can't go off
Don't want your hatin' ass
Just like e'rybody thinkin', this is Erica she got
Them M&M's, your ass is Hollywood as fuck!
It ain't my fault these bitches mad, though (it ain't my fault)
It ain't my fault they where the cap go (it ain't my fault)
Get out your feelin', get a bad ho (it ain't my fault)
Want an intervention, clear the town, ho (it ain't my fault)
I bought the Bentley jus' to shit on all these bitches (it ain't my fault)
I bought a Wraith jus' to give it to my nigga (it ain't my fault)
I came from nuttin' and finally made it to the meat (it ain't my fault)
Shit, don't rest up too soon yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (it ain't my-)
It ain't my fault your hoe want fuck 'round with a real (yuh, yuh)
Now she hate lyin', she tried me out, she know the difference (yuh, yuh)
My baller Johnny pay us the round, that's got us pimpin' (yuh, yuh)
No MTV but she wan' see just how I'm livin' (yuh, yuh)
Nigga mind your business, yah I won't tell you 'bout who I'm hittin' (yuh, yuh)
Ya I had a son, ya put the other one on her titty (yuh, yuh)
Two step like Diddy, yuh gotta project me some ditties (yuh, yuh)
She know I kill it, yuh, get her bop with Hello Kitty (yuh, yuh)
Murder be the code, so death to snitches (yuh, yuh)
She came with it so I kept the digits (kept the line)
Your relationship, you got one, told you I dig it (that's so-)
Tell her to go, see I murdered your bro, it ain't no limit
It ain't my fault these bitches mad, though (it ain't my fault)
It ain't my fault they where the cap go (it ain't my fault)
Get out your feelin', get a bad ho (it ain't my fault)
Want an intervention, clear the town, ho (it ain't my fault)
I bought the Bentley jus' to shit on all these bitches (it ain't my fault)
I bought a Wraith jus' to give it to my nigga (it ain't my fault)
I came from nuttin' and finally made it to the meat (it ain't my fault)
Shit don't rest up too soon
It ain't my motherfuckin' fault that my wrists talk even
And the bitch done sulk, bad mood
It ain't my fault that I stand tall
Niggas mad and moan but I get my huss off the clear call
Blame it on the blues, why I'm always in the bitch mob
Bentley Truck, what the fuck?
It ain't my fault that I'm a street nigga
These niggas be tellin' my name, assaultin' my gang
Finna talkin' to a bitch who I fuck on the first night, nigga
It ain't my fault that your money ain't right, nigga
It ain't my fault, you don't smoke how we smoke, nigga
It ain't my fault, you don't drink how we drink, nigga
It ain't my fault, you ain't real like we real, nigga
It ain't my fault, you don't kill how we kill, nigga
It ain't my fault
It ain't my fault these bitches mad, though (it ain't my fault)
It ain't my fault they where the cap go (it ain't my fault)
Get out your feelin', get a bad ho (it ain't my fault)
Want an intervention, clear the town, ho (it ain't my fault)
I bought the Bentley jus' to shit on all these bitches (it ain't my fault)
I bought a Wraith jus' to give it to my nigga (it ain't my fault)
I came from nuttin' and finally made it to the meat (it ain't my fault)
Shit, don't rest up too soon
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Terius Gray, Christopher Noel Dorsey, Tab Virgil, Torrence Hatch, Mariel Semonte Orr
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