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• Artiste: Baby Money
• Titre: Yo Fault
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Yeah (Thanks for the gift, E) We up one when them switches rain down on your set See them dark clouds coming, your fault you got wet Your fault you why you lack, your fault you got splat Your fault they stomped you out, nigga, slatt, get back Turned our ARs up, tell 'em we don't do no TEC You survive from this fully, boy, just take it as a blessing Took some L's down the way, I had to take it as a lesson Never show them boys a way if they ain't never had no method In my ride, ain't no question, I'm forever stepping Legend in my hood and I'm the richest in my section And we got work in thе alley and got sticks in the next crib Two for fivе thousand on the drank, got my neck lit We street niggas Niggas can't hang around the gang, they wanna beef with us Let them boys promote my name, they can keep dissing I put a bag on my mans, this a flea flicker So much work in the crib, I need three kitchens Three bitches keep kissing 'cause I'm me, nigga John Cena in the Patek, I can't see niggas These hoes hate the way I live, I can't keep bitches We gon' keep smackin' heads, they gon' keep missing We up one when them switches rain down on your set See them dark clouds coming, your fault you got wet Your fault you why you lack, your fault you got splat Your fault they stomped you out, nigga, slatt, get back Turned our ARs up, tell 'em we don't do no TEC You survive from this fully, boy, just take it as a blessing Took some L's down the way, I had to take it as a lesson Never show them boys a way if they ain't never had no method 'Cause they holding up You in the crib, it's your fault that you broke as fuck I got this trophy out the mud, so I hold it up These bitches wanna fuck a thug 'cause they know I'm up Throwing C's in the air, she say she know I'm cuz She know I bust, I let bad bitches roll my blunts This shit ain't nothin', buy a purse just to hide my gun I go slide for fun, deep, then I ride with drums Spin again just in case you survive off one You ain't like my watch plain, it's your fault it got bust You was playing on Instagram, it's your fault you got touched Switched up for a chain, it's your fault you not us Brought your bitch around the gang, it's your fault she got fucked, Easy Money We up one when them switches rain down on your set See them dark clouds coming, your fault you got wet Your fault you why you lack, your fault you got splat Your fault they stomped you out, nigga, slatt, get back Turned our ARs up, tell 'em we don't do no TEC You survive from this fully, boy, just take it as a blessing Took some L's down the way, I had to take it as a lesson Never show them boys a way if they ain't never had no method