It Ain’t My Fault Lyrics by Babyface Ray, Big Sean & Hit-Boy is latest English song with music also given by them. It Ain’t My Fault song lyrics are written by Babyface Ray, Big Sean, Hit-Boy.
It Ain’t My Fault Song Detail
Singer: Babyface Ray, Big Sean, Hit-Boy
Composer: Babyface Ray, Big Sean, Hit-Boy
Lyrics by: Babyface Ray, Big Sean, Hit-Boy
It Ain’t My Fault Lyrics
It ain’t my fault I got that glow and I can’t get it off me
It ain’t my fault these ni**as ain’t solid and they moving faulty
It ain’t my fault I’m rocking ricky, keep that blicky 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 ni**as 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
It ain’t my fault you got your sh*t snatched
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 ni**as simping over bi**hes I done passed up
Real ni**as 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**k 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
It ain’t my fault I got that glow and I can’t get it off me
It ain’t my fault these ni**as ain’t solid and they moving faulty
It ain’t my fault I’m rocking ricky, keep that blicky on me
It ain’t my fault when I pop out nothing less than 50 on me
Got expensive taste, still a hood ni**a
Pints in the cabinet, lights, camera, action
I’ma keep a cup full when them cameras flashing
Give my ni**as 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 bi**h, stop acting classy
Yeah I heard about you
Know you heard about us
All my lil’ ni**as shoot, feel like curry ?
If I want it then I get it, timmy turner problems
Cameras on me like I’m walking out the trial
I’m up 30 f**king 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 bi**h ass ni**as never showed?
And you ni**as came up out the mud and didn’t even grow
Tunnel vision, carpal tunnel ni**as politicing
What the f**k 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
I’m with sean don, no dom perignon, bi**h it’s lean
Push to start, foreign hit it, that bi**h 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 flick up through the day
Trust me
Old friends hating on a ni**a, bi**hes 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
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 ni**as on they john wick and leave you john doe