Was it all my fault
Baby, one day I'll grow
I'm not fixin' what broke us
Instead I'm
Uh,
Uh huh
Baby
Awe
Awe yea yea
Aye aye
They tried to break me never broke and I ain't talking young boy
And you keep pullin' on my strings
And baby, I ain't no toy
Like they dropped a nigga charges
All that shit null and void
And all that hate you tryna throw
I'm dodgin' shit like I'm Floyd
Why the hell you tryna play my heart?
You know them bitches trynna tear us apart
And I told you Im better , and I'm the realest ever
And girl , you know I'll told you that from the start
I was f*ckin' with you from the start
Why the f*ck you leave me in the dark?
Slippin' on a nigga baby I would never thought that we'd be apart
Now you got a nigga in his bag
Now you know a nigga finna drag
Got my bands up , got my fans up
Left them other bitches in the past
Put you first, I never put you last
I be itchin' for you like a rash
Baby, why you got me out here searchin' for you
Like we out her f*ckin' playing tag ?
Okay,
Beamer or Bentley
You can have what you want, give you plenty
Prada bag or the Fendi
I can make you proud like you Penny
I'm on tour in your city
If you ain't too busy, then baby, just come through
Girl, we get lit of the liquor
And baby wanna put dick in her tonsils
I was giving her dick in the backseat
Had to tell lil mama don't at me
Got them hoes running back like a track meet
That's ya hoe I was f*cking her last week
And I hit from the back
F*ck around pulled out her tracks
She know Im the man that's a fact
And her new nigga mad
See that I get to the bag
She know that I get to them racks uh huh
Awww uh huh
Uh huh
She know that I get to the bag
F*cking them bitches that I never had
She ask too much questions call her DJ Vlad
She callin' me daddy, know I'm not your dad, nah
I put you 280 on the dash
The way that I'm takin' off, they call me flash
Killin' that pussy, no cancer
She shaking ass, dancer
Her nigga just called, baby, don't answer
I get to the bag like Santa
Might pour up a Pint, Fanta
I might just fly you out to Atlanta
I'm smashin' shit like hulk, baby
Just call me Bruce Banner
Was it all my fault
Baby, one day I'll grow
I'm not fixin' what broke us
Instead, I'm
In this ride and I'm very low
But she already know what it is
I'm not lookin' for the
Awe
Awe
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Was it all my fault
Baby, one day I'll grow
I'm not fixin' what broke us
Instead I'm
Uh,
Uh huh
Baby
Awe
Awe yea yea
Aye aye
They tried to break me never broke and I ain't talking young boy
And you keep pullin' on my strings
And baby, I ain't no toy
Like they dropped a nigga charges
All that shit null and void
And all that hate you tryna throw
I'm dodgin' shit like I'm Floyd
Why the hell you tryna play my heart?
You know them bitches trynna tear us apart
And I told you Im better , and I'm the realest ever
And girl , you know I'll told you that from the start
I was f*ckin' with you from the start
Why the f*ck you leave me in the dark?
Slippin' on a nigga baby I would never thought that we'd be apart
Now you got a nigga in his bag
Now you know a nigga finna drag
Got my bands up , got my fans up
Left them other bitches in the past
Put you first, I never put you last
I be itchin' for you like a rash
Baby, why you got me out here searchin' for you
Like we out her f*ckin' playing tag ?
Okay,
Beamer or Bentley
You can have what you want, give you plenty
Prada bag or the Fendi
I can make you proud like you Penny
I'm on tour in your city
If you ain't too busy, then baby, just come through
Girl, we get lit of the liquor
And baby wanna put dick in her tonsils
I was giving her dick in the backseat
Had to tell lil mama don't at me
Got them hoes running back like a track meet
That's ya hoe I was f*cking her last week
And I hit from the back
F*ck around pulled out her tracks
She know Im the man that's a fact
And her new nigga mad
See that I get to the bag
She know that I get to them racks uh huh
Awww uh huh
Uh huh
She know that I get to the bag
F*cking them bitches that I never had
She ask too much questions call her DJ Vlad
She callin' me daddy, know I'm not your dad, nah
I put you 280 on the dash
The way that I'm takin' off, they call me flash
Killin' that pussy, no cancer
She shaking ass, dancer
Her nigga just called, baby, don't answer
I get to the bag like Santa
Might pour up a Pint, Fanta
I might just fly you out to Atlanta
I'm smashin' shit like hulk, baby
Just call me Bruce Banner
Was it all my fault
Baby, one day I'll grow
I'm not fixin' what broke us
Instead, I'm
In this ride and I'm very low
But she already know what it is
I'm not lookin' for the
Awe
Awe
Baby, one day I'll grow
I'm not fixin' what broke us
Instead I'm
Uh,
Uh huh
Baby
Awe
Awe yea yea
Aye aye
They tried to break me never broke and I ain't talking young boy
And you keep pullin' on my strings
And baby, I ain't no toy
Like they dropped a nigga charges
All that shit null and void
And all that hate you tryna throw
I'm dodgin' shit like I'm Floyd
Why the hell you tryna play my heart?
You know them bitches trynna tear us apart
And I told you Im better , and I'm the realest ever
And girl , you know I'll told you that from the start
I was f*ckin' with you from the start
Why the f*ck you leave me in the dark?
Slippin' on a nigga baby I would never thought that we'd be apart
Now you got a nigga in his bag
Now you know a nigga finna drag
Got my bands up , got my fans up
Left them other bitches in the past
Put you first, I never put you last
I be itchin' for you like a rash
Baby, why you got me out here searchin' for you
Like we out her f*ckin' playing tag ?
Okay,
Beamer or Bentley
You can have what you want, give you plenty
Prada bag or the Fendi
I can make you proud like you Penny
I'm on tour in your city
If you ain't too busy, then baby, just come through
Girl, we get lit of the liquor
And baby wanna put dick in her tonsils
I was giving her dick in the backseat
Had to tell lil mama don't at me
Got them hoes running back like a track meet
That's ya hoe I was f*cking her last week
And I hit from the back
F*ck around pulled out her tracks
She know Im the man that's a fact
And her new nigga mad
See that I get to the bag
She know that I get to them racks uh huh
Awww uh huh
Uh huh
She know that I get to the bag
F*cking them bitches that I never had
She ask too much questions call her DJ Vlad
She callin' me daddy, know I'm not your dad, nah
I put you 280 on the dash
The way that I'm takin' off, they call me flash
Killin' that pussy, no cancer
She shaking ass, dancer
Her nigga just called, baby, don't answer
I get to the bag like Santa
Might pour up a Pint, Fanta
I might just fly you out to Atlanta
I'm smashin' shit like hulk, baby
Just call me Bruce Banner
Was it all my fault
Baby, one day I'll grow
I'm not fixin' what broke us
Instead, I'm
In this ride and I'm very low
But she already know what it is
I'm not lookin' for the
Awe
Awe
Writer: Christopher Ekakoro
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