Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Your Fault, artist - Big Sean.
Date of issue: 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 |