Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Your Fault , by - Big Sean. Release date: 23.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All Your Fault |
| Yeah, you know we good |
| You talkin' about this shit but whatever |
| We can go back and forth all day |
| (How much I feel, I live for your love) |
| Lit for your love baby, lit for your love |
| (Live for your love) |
| Lit for your love baby, lit for your love |
| (Live for your love) |
| Lit for your love baby, lit for your love |
| (Live for your love) |
| Lit for your love baby (Straight up!) |
| That’s that don’t play, whoo, that’s that new Ye |
| People sayin' I’m the closest thing to Mike since Janet, whoo |
| Tom Cruise, homie, we jumpin' up on them couches |
| That’s a fresh house, is that a guest house |
| Your house got another house |
| Your bitch got a bitch, your spouse got another spouse |
| Young Walt Disney, I’ma tell you truthfully |
| If you leave Mickey you gon' end up with a Goofy |
| I imagine thats what Chris told Karrueche |
| Girls be actin' like it’s diamonds in they coochie |
| I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck |
| But cops chokin' niggas out in the media |
| We finna have to protest and tear the city up |
| We bout to tear this whole place up pretty much |
| (How much I live) |
| And you know it’s all your fault |
| Nobody, nobody, nobody, babe |
| You know it’s all your fault |
| Nobody, nobody, nobody, but me |
| Ho we done made it through hell and disaster |
| My crib done got bigger, my women got badder |
| You wonderin' how do you get in the game |
| I’m wonderin' how do I get to the rafters |
| Oh boy, I’m mad until these records gettin' shattered |
| Til I’m MJ or Magic, oh she just want the status, so |
| You the man she got, but I’m the man she been after |
| She done sent so many naked pics my phone ain’t got no data |
| I walk off in New York like my name Derek Jeter |
| Headed home to the D where you know I keep a Gina |
| I’m the good with the evil |
| Fuck you nice to meet you |
| You can have a peace sign man without the middle finger |
| With the clique when you see us, that’s my family to me |
| That’s my family tree |
| They’re my arms, legs, hands, and my feet |
| And I can’t cut them off even with diabetes |
| Hit the beat and kerosene it |
| Scratch that, I white sheet it |
| A 100 dollar fade every single time you see us |
| Been a king all my life so I shoulda got a Caesar |
| Somewhere off in Vegas rollin' dice up at the Caesar’s |
| Got me thinkin' back bout how I used to roll to Little Caesar’s |
| Piece of pizza with Tanisha |
| Now I’m with a Boniqua |
| She finna blow at that |
| I got your dream girl, yeah she actin' like a ho at that |
| Throw her to me I’ma throw that back |
| Top spot I’m finna go at that |
| (Straight up) |
| Ho you gotta move quick |
| (World in my hands, I ain’t gotta loose grip |
| I don’t like loose pussy or loose lips) |
| And I done did the impossible a few times, Tom Cruise shit |
| Ho and I ain’t satisfied bein' on that top 5 list |
| (I ain’t satisfied until I’m on that all-time list) |
| Til everything I spit is all timeless |
| (My girl on that all fine list) |
| My life a little luck, a lot of grind |
| Bitch no maybe ho I gotta make it |
| (Fuck your nomination man fuck the world) |
| I’m repopulatin', wrap my rollie round my waist yeah time’s a waistin' |
| (Niggas want the comma, comma combination) |
| Long as I’m around, it’s gon' be dot dot dot a lot of waitin' |
| Got my pinky on her brain while I’m gettin' brain plottin' world domination |
| (People ask me how I done make it) |
| I’m just like «man if you want the crown, bitch you gotta take it» |
| Straight up |