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B.B. Jay
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Don't Be Mad (Who Da Blame)
作词:Sigidi Bashir Abdullah, Harold Clayton, Jarvis E Cooper, James Samuel Iii Harris, Alicia Renee Knott, Terry Steven Lewis, Mark Skeete, James Wright
Yeah, come on Blame God, blame God That's right, come on
Blame God, blame God 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Yeah, come on Blame God, blame God
Sound the alarm 'cause I'm dropping the bomb B.B. Jay's like the fine Don Corleone Off guard, know I caught all y'all, didn't I? [Unverified], fat track, took you like a drug
Rotate the love, I'm about to rule in a minute Graves are dug, all you gotta do is lay in it Profile of a thug is the worse like a curse You doomed, you're done, room enough for one
Gotta pray, mad prayer-haters jealous today It's gonna take more than that for you to hinder my pray Jesus, give Him the praise for the great things He has done None can stop, we as one
Gospel bad boy rule like [unverified] Open ya eyes and recognize who I am, son 'Cause of Christ I'm jiggy laced in ice Roll tighter than the vice like a five for life
Don't be mad 'cause I'm fat like that Don't be mad 'cause I'm blessed like that Don't be mad 'cause yo' style is whack (Blame God) Who da' blame? (Blame God)
Don't be mad 'cause I'm fat like that Don't be mad 'cause I'm blessed like that Don't be mad 'cause yo' style is whack (Blame God) Who da' blame? (Blame God)
I'm not your average mediocre joker, trying to be hard Or be God, just a brotha tryin' to live the dream y'all Recall the work and the sweat, love and the debt Tears through the years and all my family and peers who got wet
Regret, a lot of things, never sweat, a lot of things Understand, be the man cost of a lotta things Diamond rings, Cuban linkas, shouldn't intreg us It's a fact, crack kills, real, we need Jesus
How you feel, peel a hundred bil' of ya knot Head, so hungry you can hear their stomach growl Down the block, on the real money A little money never make you hot Just like you can get money, money, you can get got
Believe dat, easy like a nine to ya mind On a breezy night nobody there to shine but the street light Be like on the neutral side, representin' Christ You know the one who crucified, top of chains baby
Don't be mad 'cause I'm fat like that Don't be mad 'cause I'm blessed like that Don't be mad 'cause yo' style is whack (Blame God) Who da' blame? (Blame God)
Don't be mad 'cause I'm fat like that Don't be mad 'cause I'm blessed like that Don't be mad 'cause yo' style is whack (Blame God) Who da' blame? (Blame God)
When you see me flossin', whippin' somethin' awesome Don't be mad at fat dad 'cause you walkin' When you had a job shoulda paid yo' time But nah, you was too busy clockin' mine
Now I shine like the stratus, jokers mad at us My whole team get more cream than bank bandits G O S P E L, I'm preachin' that Land Cruiser fully loaded, I'm peepin' that
Credit forget, co-signer never dat I want it daddy, cash to carry gimme that Twenty years po' black, now I'm phat Non-believers where they at, I shut that trap
Heart attack, B.B. Jay got mad flavors 'Cause of Jesus, we just stackin' paper By the truckloads, on silk sheets I dose
Like the president Order what you want, I own the restaurant The capital G O D be the glory Uh, universal concussion, end of story
Don't be mad 'cause I'm fat like that Don't be mad 'cause I'm blessed like that Don't be mad 'cause yo' style is whack (Blame God) Who da' blame? (Blame God)
Don't be mad 'cause I'm fat like that Don't be mad 'cause I'm blessed like that Don't be mad 'cause yo' style is whack (Blame God) Who da' blame? (Blame God)
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