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how can i blame - yg teck lyrics

[intro: dj drama & yg teck]
father, forgive them
for they do not know what they’re doin’
(d*dezo)
how can i blame?
lord
let us lead them
to the promised land
my sons
i pray for you (yes)
dramatic, n*gga (gangsta)
dj drama

[chorus: yg teck]
i come out just to turn up the motion (yeah)
more comin’ to me now that i’m focused (yes)
i’m in the trap, i ain’t tryna be noticed (brokie)
i hate a broke b*tch and i let ’em know this (hah)
i been playin’ with the mix, now i’m loaded (mixy)
if i walk in this club, i’ma blow it (blow it)
you keep talkin’ to the ho, doin’ ho sh*t (i hate it)
how can i blame these n*ggas? they don’t know sh*t
all my pointers are cubans, no chokers (crazy)
i been payin’ the pills for the soldiers (yes)
i put bags in the field for the blowers
gave motivation to n*ggas that’s hopeless (yeah)
i might power up, turn up my doses (woah)
if i walk in this club, i’ma blow it (fly)
you keep talkin’ to the ho, doin’ ho sh*t
how can i blame these n*ggas? they don’t know sh*t (brokie), yes
[verse: yg teck]
i’m buyin’ palettes and cubans and dracos (okay)
’til i’m done with this load, i don’t take shows (i’m finished)
i done turned me an eighth into eight o’s (yes)
i third*party a play, made ’em take notes (yeah)
i just do sh*t, now i’m the topic (you see)
i don’t buy flowers, i buy watches
you ain’t got a watch, n*gga, watch how you pop it (brokie)
you gotta put in some work, you just got lit (yes)
you n*ggas tough and you broke, who you mad at? (who you mad at?)
i see you bought her the shoes, where the bag at?
i’ma send you the verse and my ascap
give me the cash or nickel and cash app
gotta play with a b*tton, won’t box ’em
like a b*tch that can f*ck, who can top her?
it’s sh*t like that couple dollars (couple dollars)
i like to play with the extras, i’m noddin’ (shh)
don’t believe if he said that he knew me (he lyin’)
i’m so up right now, this a new me (up there)
had a play try pay me in louis (what?)
f*ck outta here, ain’t a brand that can move me (hah)
got the jumbo laces, the rickys (the rickys)
i don’t want them b*tches, i’m picky
if they want me, they gotta come get me
i ain’t do the feature, that sh*t don’t fit me
[chorus: yg teck]
i come out just to turn up the motion (yeah)
more comin’ to me now that i’m focused (yes)
i’m in the trap, i ain’t tryna be noticed (brokie)
i hate a broke b*tch and i let ’em know this (hah)
i been playin’ with the mix, now i’m loaded (mixy)
if i walk in this club, i’ma blow it (blow it)
you keep talkin’ to the ho, doin’ ho sh*t (i hate it)
how can i blame these n*ggas? they don’t know sh*t
all my pointers are cubans, no chokers (crazy)
i been payin’ the pills for the soldiers (yes)
i put bags in the field for the blowers
gave motivation to n*ggas that’s hopeless (yeah)
i might power up, turn up my doses (woah)
if i walk in this club, i’ma blow it (fly)
you keep talkin’ to the ho, doin’ ho sh*t
how can i blame these n*ggas? they don’t know sh*t (brokie), yes

[outro: dj drama]
(gangsta grizzill)
shout out to park heights
west baltimore, what up?
yg teck
no excuses

- yg teck lyrics

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