Lyrics

Love him for what? Fuck that, you levelin' up Minusin' you was a plus Leave that nigga in the dust Take him back here for what? Lamborghini for my boys All that we needed was trust I said enough is enough Don't got no business with you Champagne for the exes Wood grain for the Lexus Ass fat, body Texas You star, I direct it My heart, I protect it Cobain when I'm reckless They say it switched up Switched up, the perspective, I You can't smoke tonight, you get way too live And you can't drink tonight, you get fucked up sometimes You and I, I lose every fight We blur every line, and risk it every time Girl, who do you blame? Blame me I never start a fight, I man up every time Girl, who do you blame? Blame me, blame me, no, blame me Girl, who do you blame? I'm single, I'm faithful I'm young, and I'm able Real ones on my payroll I'm signed to my label She's Queen and I'm Pharaoh For her I'd empty my barrel Timbs' on, with her hair low Real cute, but still ghetto, I You can't smoke tonight, you get way too live And you can't drink tonight, you get fucked up sometimes You and I, I lose every fight We blur every line, and risk it every time Girl, who do you blame? Blame me I never start a fight, I man up every time Girl, who do you blame? Blame me, blame me, no, blame me Girl, who do you blame? I don't want to blame you for all of the things that you do Don't wanna choose, but it's you, if I just had to choose Strong independent, perceptive and very prideful A good woman deserves a good nigga here beside you, I do
Writer(s): Carlos St. John Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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