Compton Menace Ft. Birdman & Kev Blaze - It Ain't My Fault | Текст песни

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• Compton Menace Ft. Birdman & Kev Blaze
• It Ain't My Fault

It ain’t my fault you a ghetto motherfucking thang
It ain’t my fault, run about my pinky ring
It ain’t my fault, making all this paper
It ain’t my fault, he’s a motherf-cking hater
It ain’t my fault

I keep a bad bitch, pocket full of cash
Living life reckless, 200 on the dash
And every time paid for, rhymes in the front yo
F-ck having friends when you chillin with your kenfo
Wonder why she cheat, must be cause her man broke
Why he mad, it must be mad cause your man won’t
Lift them doors up on that motherfucking lambo
Now he mad, once you bring santa to beach flow
Yeah, was sicker than that
A young black nigga wearing ridiculous stacks
I came a long way from pitching that crack
Step to the same code, just spittin the facts
It ain’t my fault that your main bitch like me
Blame it on the ice, fully grand on my white t
Most niggas will feel like rob me
I know why they hating, just wait till they try me

[Hook:]
It ain’t my fault you a ghetto motherf-cking thang
It ain’t my fault, run about my pinky ring
It ain’t my fault, making all this paper
It ain’t my fault, he’s a motherfucking hater
It ain’t my fault, middle finger to the sky
It ain’t my fault, nothing would have rapped out
It ain’t my fault, that your …girl wants me
It ain’t my fault, sorry that you’re …that ain’t my fault

It ain’t my motherf-cking fault, couple hunned thousands still locked in the vault
Still keep a couple loose grams of that choke
Still keep 2 desert eagle and a 4
Look, now what you niggas talking bout
I bet the sneakers, …talk about
We pull em out and chalk em out
You talk about that new whip you foreign they got win about
Yeah, that’s how it is when you call
Now the haters on my dick like a fresh pair of draws
And everyday clean from the truck to the vickies
Niggas they pillow talk cause they can’t f-ck with me
Ride through the city, puffin on sticky
You say they lookin for it, till them niggas come get me
I stay fly and now I ride with my gun up
Only 4 words for a nigga if he burn up

[Hook:]
It ain’t my fault you a ghetto motherf-cking thang
It ain’t my fault, run about my pinky ring
It ain’t my fault, making all this paper
It ain’t my fault, he’s a motherfucking hater
It ain’t my fault, middle finger to the sky
It ain’t my fault, nothing would have rapped out
It ain’t my fault, that your …girl wants me
It ain’t my fault, sorry that you’re …that ain’t my fault

Self made, triple ways of getting paid
Dark days, got me toltin ak’s
Spinning blades, how we do it everyday
Them whole thangs, we baking like we cookin cake
Around the way, flamed up, everyday
Gunplay, play nigga, get sprayed
Money ways, on a turf to get paid
Ymcmb out them hallways
Hold it down, 5 star pull it down
Where the crown, og out the pound
Cherry on everything
I do this thing, I put it on everything

[Hook:]
It ain’t my fault you a ghetto motherf-cking thang
It ain’t my fault, run about my pinky ring
It ain’t my fault, making all this paper
It ain’t my fault, he’s a motherf-cking hater
It ain’t my fault, middle finger to the sky
It ain’t my fault, nothing would have rapped out
It ain’t my fault, that your girl wants me
It ain’t my fault, sorry that you’re …that ain’t my fault
When I drive past you and your girl
Girlfriend waving at me, that ain’t my fault
In the club while you’re standing on the floor
I got her up in vip, that ain’t my fault
Now I don’t loose the fame…got played
Stacking money my nigga and you can have a name
Until then just do like the music and just fade.

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