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number foe - dont blame me lyrics

[intro]
yeah, man, free juju
man, you know what the f_ck goin’ on
man, we holdin’ this sh_t down
man, this sh_t gon’ be over real soon
man, free t__zy
free tez, man
bjg4l
blame me for these n_ggas dyin’, man
and, and these b_tch ass n_ggas put this sh_t on they self
f_ck you talkin’ ’bout?
i was just trollin’

[chorus]
don’t blame me for bodies
i was just trollin’
he the one dead
shouldn’t have been loafin’
glock to the head, that’s still a slogan
go in his pockets
what is he holdin’?
i don’t see nothin’
glock with a b_tton
switch for the kid that was speaking on wonkie
now, his ass dead
i don’t wan’ hear nothin’
say he dissin’ on the up, but he like “that was funny”
[verse 1]
back in the steamer, ridin’ illegal
said i was done, but i’m slidin’ for my people
ar that burst, this b_tch done squirt
dissin’ my gang, i want him on a shirt
i choose the color
sins in my body
i’m gettin’ some red
his strand ain’t exotic
comin’ like me, he want him a hat
no friendly fire, turn opps to pack
duckin’ your head, makin’ a post
turn him to a blunt, since he smoke baby joe
k!llers on go, your homies ain’t
he died tryna step
i call him lil saint
fifty round in the fed with a shank
so, i tote a glock
what the muzzle can take?
fifty round in the fed with a shank
so, i tote a glock
what the muzzle can take? a fifty
say he slidin’ through the dixie
i want him dead, no critical condition
capped out
boy, you lied about a mission
if i catch your car, hit everybody in it
blackout, i’ma shoot with precision
.300, it handle the business
capped out
why he lie ’bout a mission? if i catch your car, hit everybody
[chorus]
don’t blame me for bodies
i was just trollin’
he the one dead
shouldn’t have been loafin’
glock to the head, that’s still a slogan
go in his pockets
what is he holdin’?
i don’t see nothin’
glock with a b_tton
switch for the kid that was speaking on wonkie
now, his ass dead
i don’t wan’ hear nothin’
say he dissin’ on the up, but he like “that was funny”

[verse 2]
glock with a drum sound like a bomb
protectin’ his face and got hit in his arm
used to f_ck the opp got caught with no gun
roll up a blunt, let him beat up my lungs
a sixty or better, switch or a drac’
when you in this car, they can’t get away
like i was his mouth, determine his face
he can’t go tomorrow, i want him today
keep pullin’ this trigger too fast for these rookies
hollow flew through the head, his arm, and his p_ssy
you know what i mean
these n_ggas some b_tches
i’m headtap king
i’ll still get sticky
stop claimin’ they bodies, go get your own
a couple dead opps i got put in a song
no need for the cappin’, ensure it just happen
whenever i up my gun, it get tragic
[chorus]
don’t blame me for bodies
i was just trollin’
he the one dead
shouldn’t have been loafin’
glock to the head, that’s still a slogan
go in his pockets
what is he holdin’?
i don’t see nothin’
glock with a b_tton
switch for the kid that was speaking on wonkie
now, his ass dead
i don’t wan’ hear nothin’
say he dissin’ on the up, but he like “that was funny”

- number foe

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