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Correct BLAME Lyrics
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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 standing 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 standing 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 stressing ain't know what to do And the pain I'm feeling imma blame it on you Unappreciated I’mma shit right on you Nigga word to my blood aye Word to my I ain’t ever crying to a bitch 45 nigga no lacking on a bitch Running my city who the fuck is tryna diss And I be the lil nigga riding with the fucking blick I done cut 5 niggas that's all about a bitch I done got 5 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 Riding that foreign got it Suicide red dot He got a red dot If he talking that nigga a dead opp Bitch I don't give a fuck 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 standing 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 standing 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 stressing ain't kno what to do And the pain I'm feeling imma blame it on you Unappreciated I’mma shit right on you Nigga word to my blood aye Word to my Got a freaky bitch call her exotic And she’s sucking my kids like colada Want to take all that shit and narcotics I don’t fuck with that shit I’m an artist If I don’t feel that lil bitch kick her out it I just made 20 bands off of recording You try finesse me I'm taking 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 Kicking these niggas right up in they place Kaliber shoot a nigga in his face Hitting the jets he running from the jakes I said too bad you ain't got no bands Shorty give me good top with the no hands Member standing 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 standing 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 stressing ain't kno what to do And the pain I'm feeling imma blame it on you Unappreciated I’mma shit right on you Nigga word to my blood aye Word to my Got a freaky bitch call her exotic And she’s sucking my kids like colada Want to take all that shit and narcotics I don’t fuck with that shit I’m an artist If I don’t feel that lil bitch kick her out it I just made 20 bands off of recording You try finesse me I'm taking your mind I caught that Nigga right up in the alley
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