It Ain’t My Fault (Explicit)歌词-Babyface Ray&Big Sean&Hit-Boy

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It Ain't My Fault (Explicit) - Babyface Ray/Big Sean/Hit-Boy

Yeah

Silly a*s f**kin' run up smackin' up

Yeah

Hit boy

It ain't my fault I got that glow

And I can't get it off me

It ain't my fault these n***as ain't solid and they movin' faulty

It ain't my fault I'm rockin' Ricky

Keep that blicky on me

It ain't my fault when I pop out

Nothin' less than fifty on me

It ain't my fault that they got shifty on me

Tony Hawk I'm used to n***as gettin' tricky on me

Party pack told her take that went Diddy on her

Trackhawk I hit the pedal three sixty on 'em

Ain't my fault my back got the whole city on it

Ain't my fault my back got the whole city on it

Keep the thriller close I'm protectin' my energy

My advice to you don't become my enemy

Groupies grab me at my shows

So I know that they feelin' me

I just left 'em in her throat girl

You know ain't no kissin' me yeah

In the trenches rockin' Sean Bape

Your shawty wild for real

I was quick to slam her like DeAndre

It ain't my fault you got your s**t snatched

It ain't my fault you had no money

Go get your s**t back

It ain't my fault I drew the blueprint

Now I'm livin' that

Naomi Osaka's arena we servin' and playin' with big racks

Got the baddest face down a*s up

Since I got my tax up

The most you ever made in your life

I done made forgot about and had it stashed up

Simple n***as simpin' over b***hes I done passed up

Real n***as goin' out of style

Feel like the last one

I got my bag up ain't sit around

When I ain't have much

I f**k on your ho hop out the bed

And turn my swag on

Ain't no more humble s**t I'm poppin' s**t

I'm poppin' tags on 'em n***a

It ain't my fault I got that glow

And I can't get it off me

It ain't my fault these n***as

Ain't solid and they movin' faulty

It ain't my fault I'm rockin' Ricky

Keep that blicky on me

It ain't my fault when I pop out

Nothin' less than fifty on me

Got expensive taste still a hood n***a

Pints in the cabinet lights camera action

I'ma keep a cup full when them cameras flashin'

Give my n***as hope I feel like a pastor

Wanna live like me

You might have to chance it

No I don't need no tip boy my diamonds dancin'

Brodie told me 'bout you b***h yeah actin' classy

Yeah I heard about you know you heard about us

All my lil' n***as shoot feel like Curry father Pew

If I want it then I get it Timmy Turner problems

Cameras on me like I'm walkin' out the trial

I'm up thirty f**kin' million she gon' want the child

Tax bracket out of reach I ain't reachin' out

NBA type NDAs ain't s**t leakin' out

Rememberin' all the love you b***h a*s n***as never showed

And a heart on one below

And you n***as came up out the mud and didn't even grow

Tunnel vision carpal tunnel n***as politickin'

What the f**k you runnin' for

Whip came with a ticket valet keys

She gon' cheat for LA breeze

I'm with Babyface I feel like LA Reid

I'm with Sean Don no Dom Perignon b***h it's lean

Push to start foreign hit it that b***h fart

What's a key

They keep tellin' me to keep this s**t

A hundred I'm a G

From the dirty glove gotta keep it on you in the streets

What more can I say

Promise you I'm lyin' if I say I ain't in the A

Keep them squares out your circle

So we flick 'em through the day

Trust me old friends hatin' on a n***a

B***hes love me

Hands all dirty in the field like it's rugby

Gang ties mafioso like I'm Lucky Luciano

Pints comin' in from Philly

So I rock Milano

Americano M's stack on top of M's

S**t look like McDonald's

I don't need a Kim K

I need Griselda Blanco

All my n***as on they John Wick and leave you John Doe