Lyrics

I always end up with a good one then rebel again
Ain’t my fault that when we fuck
She go tell all her friends
Ain’t my fault that we caught up in this life of sin
It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault nah

It ain’t my fault I like all colors not just light skinned
Ain’t my fault the plug done went up on the price again
Ain’t my fault they wanna walk and talk just like him
Bout time they catch up
I’ll lap around them twice again
Ain’t my fault that we don’t talk
But she still my bitch
Just seen her walk in looking sharper than a cut from prince
Might go get her take it off
And bust her in this Benz
Guess it’s the gin

I lost a good one and I still don’t know better
But that’s just what comes
When you wearing all these letters
I put the double g in go getter
I walk a thin line
I’m right between having one and having hoes
I’m still a sucker for em I can’t control
All of these urges that I feel when I’m bored
Can’t tell em no, Im getting cold
Ain’t living slow, you gotta know

It ain’t my fault that I ended in the trap again
Ain’t my fault I grab the mic with dirt still on my hands
I can’t tell if they’ll snake me if they had a chance
But forever put the city is still my plans
Ain’t my fault that my niggas really off the shits
Ain’t my fault if we get caught we all doing 10 yea
Before you signed up for this
You knew the risk
Don’t you pretend

I lost a good one
And I still don’t know better
But that’s just what comes
When you wearing all these letters
I put the double g in go getter
I walk a thin line
I’m right between having one and having hoes
I’m still a sucker for em I can’t control
All of these urges that I feel when I’m bored
Can’t tell em no, Im getting cold
Ain’t living slow, you gotta know

I always end up with a good one then rebel again
Ain’t my fault that when we fuck
She go tell all her friends
Ain’t my fault that we caught up in this life of sin
It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault nah