Blama on Ya
Young Dolph, Yfn Lucci, Gucci Mane
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I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma Put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya And yea blama ya homie Running from the bounty homie Your honor I think ya outta order I know what you did last Summer f*ck your baby mother Gucci Mane's 80s baby and he Took 180 from you Mixed Haitian at the station smoking Like some damn Jamaican Only thang that I regret is Ion got my pistol license Swisher slice without a license ion Give a f*ck about it You a snitch to tell me now I'm gone get the f*ck around System now you probably hit Me another counter Why they call mountain park I Don't see no fucking mountain Truck dusted and disgusted walk Around aggressive mouth I met the plug and ran it up don't Know if I have the hundred thousand I may ain't sold a million records But I got a million dollars I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma Put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya And yea blama ya homie I got a thousand grams on my motherfuckin arm Made a half ticket of off twenty dollar fund Sitting in the middle of My neighborhood chilling With two white bitches blowing Weed out the ceiling Made a fifty thousand profit's Bought half on guns Turn my neighborhood to Cali can't Stay where I'm from My niggas gang banging robbing all that Even my nephew got his teacher calling Say he don't wear shit to School but all black i dare a pussy nigga to Speak my motherfucking name then Send my boys through there with them Choppas it make it rain All these diamonds on me I'm just coolin' All these sick haters gone make me Call your bitch up and go make a movie I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma Put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya And yea blama ya homie You know me I got that Strap and I'll blama some You know me I get it gone I get my hands on No hands on all these suckers They won't live long Ain't nowhere to moan everythang I own I up a couple hundreds strong Plus I just got on I just fucked a nigga bitch I fucked It up and turn her on I just hopped out of new whip when I talk to her it turn on I couldn't wait for no nigga I had Get it on my own damn yeah I just bought a new house And put them bricks in I walked in smelling like Who fucking rich mane In the kitchen whipping fucking On my wrist again And I'm motherfucking blam put Your hands on it I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma Put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya And yea blama ya homie
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Written by: CAMERON THOMAZ, GARY RAFAEL HILL, RADRIC DAVIS, RODRIGUEZ DEJUAN YANCY
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