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quit blamin’ - asian doll lyrics

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uh*huh (doll)
groupie ass n*ggas (what else?)
fan ass n*ggas (what else?)
op ass n*ggas (what the f*ck else?)
lame ass n*ggas (n*ggas ain’t on sh*t but d*ck, grrah)

quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga

why you n*ggas wanna pipe up?
b*tch pipe down
just because you f*cking hard, n*gga don’t get wiped down
you blaming b*tches ‘cause them n*ggas seen yo’ lights out
how you switch up on your day one n*gga for a bust*down?

i keep it p, you pushing p*ssy, n*ggas f*cked your hoe
and every time you do an interview my n*ggas scope
and every time you say my name i go and cop a bow
wish a b*tch would speak on asian, turn ‘em hot for sure

n*ggas b*tches, when they start some sh*t they blame a b*tch
we caught you pillow talking ‘bout yo’ mans right to a b*tch
no 9 to 5, but i been working like i served a brick
n*ggas turnt up b*tches they switch up and leave they block a ditch

i go state to state, got groupie n*ggas on my d*ck
i ain’t even f*cking know you, but i took a pic
this n*gga on live explaining situations like a snitch
yo’ b*tch goin’ d*ck to d*ck, but you ain’t got a pot to p*ss
i can see it in his eyes, n*ggas like me
how you doin’ all that kidding, but ain’t getting (?)
saying over a hundred in my account, get me excited
n*ggas p*ssy up in person, he be hiding behind that shiesty

go get back for all them n*ggas that you post
same n*ggas talking, same n*gga i bought clothes
same b*tches saying i f*ck what?, b*tch you broke
if i’m a hoe, yo’ b*tch a hoe, on my d*ck, that b*tch a pro

i ain’t never been the type to be a bully
murder what she wrote, i treat these n*ggas like some rookies
glocky in my birkin, i spent 30 up in 15
can’t beat me and can’t join me
b*tches hating, ain’t got it in me

you ain’t hit sh*t up on that drill, if you know you know
quit all that talking, show yo’ money, let’s go toe to toe
i really beat up b*tches, wanna fight, go blow for blow
catch your b*tch, she at the store, knock her out like dominoes

quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ beef n*gga
quit blaming b*tches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street n*gga

if you scared just say that

grrah

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