Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BLAME, artist - Justin Rarri.
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Song language: English
BLAME |
I said too bad you ain’t got no bands |
Shorty give me good top with the no hands |
Member standing at the corner with the low grams |
Shorty left me down I was all broken |
I said too bad you ain’t got no bands |
Shorty give me good top with the no hands |
Member standing at the corner with the low grams |
Shorty left me down I was all broken |
I pull off in a coupe |
When you left me I was stressing ain’t know what to do |
And the pain I’m feeling 'Imma blame it on you |
Unappreciated I’mma shit right on you |
Nigga word to my blood aye |
Word to my |
I ain’t ever crying to a bitch |
45 nigga no lackin on a bitch |
Running my city who the fuck is tryna diss |
And I be the lil nigga riding with the fucking blick |
I done cut 5 niggas that’s all about a bitch |
I done got 5 bands then flexed up on that bitch |
I got out the streets nigga they all up in the mix |
Got the grip my niggas ain’t playin with a |
I get yo blood shot |
Look at the head lights |
Riding that foreign got it |
Suicide red dot |
He got a red dot |
If he talking that nigga a dead opp |
Bitch I don’t give a fuck bout no fed opps |
Grab the blicky my nigga gon' lay em out |
I said too bad you ain’t got no bands |
Shorty give me good top with the no hands |
Member standing at the corner with the low grams |
Shorty left me down I was all broken |
I said too bad you ain’t got no bands |
Shorty give me good top with the no hands |
Member standing at the corner with the low grams |
Shorty left me down I was all broken |
I pull off in a coupe |
When you left me I was stressing ain’t know what to do |
And the pain I’m feeling I’mma blame it on you |
Unappreciated I’mma shit right on you |
Nigga word to my blood aye |
Word to my |
Got a freaky bitch call her exotic |
And she’s sucking my kids like colada |
Want to take all that shit and narcotics |
I don’t fuck with that shit I’m an artist |
If I don’t feel that lil bitch kick her out it |
I just made 20 bands off of recording |
You try finesse me I’m taking your mind |
I caught that Nigga right up in the alley |
Bitch I go stupid brazy go retarded |
Ask me no questions Nigga I ain’t start it |
All that designer on her yea I bought it |
That don’t mean shit I left her broken hearted |
Linked up another shorty out of state |
Kicking these niggas right up in they place |
Kaliber shoot a nigga in his face |
Hitting the jets he running from the jakes |
I said too bad you ain’t got no bands |
Shorty give me good top with the no hands |
Member standing at the corner with the low grams |
Shorty left me down I was all broken |
I said too bad you ain’t got no bands |
Shorty give me good top with the no hands |
Member standing at the corner with the low grams |
Shorty left me down I was all broken |
I pull off in a coupe |
When you left me I was stressing ain’t kno what to do |
And the pain I’m feeling 'Imma blame it on you |
Unappreciated I’mma shit right on you |
Nigga word to my blood aye |
Word to my |
Got a freaky bitch call her exotic |
And she’s sucking my kids like colada |
Want to take all that shit and narcotics |
I don’t fuck with that shit I’m an artist |
If I don’t feel that lil bitch kick her out it |
I just made 20 bands off of recording |
You try finesse me I’m taking your mind |
I caught that Nigga right up in the alley |