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it ain't my fault - babyface ray lyrics

[chorus: big sean & babyface ray]
it ain’t my fault i got that glow and i can’t get it off me
it ain’t my fault these n*ggas ain’t solid and they moving faulty
it ain’t my fault i’m rocking ricky, keep that bl!cky on me
it ain’t my fault when i pop out nothing less than 50 on me
it ain’t my fault that they got shifty on me
tony hawk, i’m used to n*ggas getting tricky on me
party pack, told her take that, and went diddy on me
trackhawk, i hit the pedal, 360 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 protecting my energy
my advice to you: don’t become my enemy
groupies grab me at my shows, so i know that they feeling me
i just left ’em in her throat, girl you know ain’t no kids in me
in the trenches rocking ?, your shawty wild
i was quick to slime her like deandre

[big sean]
it ain’t my fault you got your sh*t sn*tched
it ain’t my fault you ain’t have your money, go get your sh*t back
it ain’t my fault i drew the blueprint and i’m living that
naomi osaka’s arena, we serving and playing with big racks
got the baddest face down, ass 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*ggas simping over b*tches i done passed up
[babyface ray]
real n*ggas going 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*ck on your hoe, hop out the bed and turn my swag on
ain’t no more humble sh*t, i’m popping sh*t i’m popping tags on em

[part 2]

[verse: babyface ray]
got expensive taste, still a hood n*gga
pints in the cabinet, lights, camera, action
i’ma keep a cup full when them cameras flashing
give my n*ggas 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 dancing
brodie told me ’bout you b*tch, stop acting classy
yeah i heard about you
know you heard about us
all my lil’ n*ggas shoot, feel like curry ?
if i want it then i get it, timmy turner problems
[verse: big sean]
cameras on me like i’m walking out the trial
i’m up 30 f*cking million, she gon’ want the child
tax bracket out of reach, i ain’t reaching out
nba*type ndas, sh*t ain’t leaking out
remembering all the love you b*tch ass n*ggas never showed
?
and you n*ggas came up out the mud and didn’t even grow
tunnel vision, carpal tunnel n*ggas politicing
what the f*ck you running for?
whip came with a ticket, valet keys
she gon’ chief in la breeze
i’m with babyface, i feel like la reid

[verse: babyface ray]
i’m with sean don, no dom perignon, b*tch it’s lean
push to start, foreign hit it, that b*tch fart, what’s a key?
they keep telling me to keep this sh*t 100, 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 lying if i say i ain’t ?
keep them squares out your circle, so we fl!ck up through the day
trust me
old friends hating on a n*gga, b*tches love me
hands all dirty in the field like it’s rugby
gang ties, mafioso like i’m lucky… luciano
pints coming in from philly so i rock milano
[big sean]
americano, ms stack on top of ms sh*t look like mcdonald’s
i don’t need a karen care, i need griselda blanco
all my n*ggas on they john wick and leave you john doe

- babyface ray lyrics

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