Trouble - Ain't My Fault (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Trouble - Ain't My Fault (en) Lyrics
Go on withcho hatin ass
Dusty ass ho
Rat lookin ass ho
It ain't my fault
These bitches mad tho
That where the cash go
Get out cho feelings
Get a bag ho
Walked in givenchy
Clear the tab ho
I bought the bently
Just to shit on
all these bitches
I bought the wraith
Just to give it to my niggas
I came from nothing
Finally made it
to the millions
(Yeah I tell ya)
Stack the racks
up to the ceiling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It aint my fault
Your hoe wanna fuck around
with a real one
Now she hate lames
She tried me out she know
the difference
My ball he johnny
He passed around
im scotty pippen
She aint on mtv
But she wanna see
just how im livin
Nigga mind yo business
I wont tell you
about who im hittin
Just how the sun
Im the only one on her titty
2 Step like diddy
Got a project bitch siditty
She know I get it
Coulda bought
her more hello kitty
Murder be the cost
So death to snitches -
death to snitches
She came with it so
I kept the digits -
kept the line
Relationship ya got one
Told ya I dig it - thats ok
Just lay the cards
See how I murder ya broad
- it aint no limit
Boosie:
she trippin huh troub ?
Trouble: hell yeah everytime
dou ya feel me ?..
Lame azz ho she don't do nothing
but spend a nigga bank roll; can't
stand hoes ya feel me?”
Boosie: “what's happening
with her sister mane?”
“She got them socks. She gone
blow your socks off.”
Boosie: “awwl yeah. I want
her muthafuckin sista”
Trouble: “she just gone burn
ya house down too.”
Boosie:
ayye it aint yo fault.”
“I swear it aint. Fuck them hoes. Let's
slide mane lets go fukk around
Boosie:
“let's roll.”
Girl:
“fuck you, trouble!”
It aint my
mother fucking fault
If my wrist talk even
in the pitch dark
South baton rouge
It aint my fault
that I stick talk
Niggas mad im on but
But I get my
hustle off the click hop
Blame it on the blues
Why im always
in a bitch mouth
Bentley truck what the fuck
It aint my fault
im a street nigga
These niggas
be tellin my name
And salt on my game
Pillow talkin to a bitch
Who I fuck on the
first night, nigga
That yo money
aint right, nigga
You dont smoke
how we smoke, nigga
You dont drink
how we drink, nigga
You ain't real
like we real, nigga
You don't kill
how we kill, nigga
Just to shit on all these
bitches
Stack the racks up
to the ceiling
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