Young Thug - Blame It On Her lyrics

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Young Thug - Blame It On Her lyrics

(Intro) Turn me down a lil bit Oh, y-yea, he can ride Matter fact pull up right there Be at our address, ok? [Hook - Young Thug] Pick me a b**h and blame it on her (blame it on her) Leave a snitch in the ditch, just blame it on her (blame it on her) Can't blame it on bro, just blame it on her (blame it on her) Miss my cameo, gotta blame it on her Ok the 12 pull me over b**h, you know I got that cola b**h You know I got that soda, I'm gon blane it on her I say the 12 pull me over b**h, you know I got that soda I'm gon blame it on her, I'm gon blame it on her (Verse: Young Thug) Mash off in that Jag Hoes be like why the hell ya do that? Keep come and get a real muthaf**in' flat Last floor in the building, this sky path (it's tall as f**) b**hes just want all my riches b**hes just want ride on inches b**hes don't wanna f** me no mo' b**hes want f** all my b**hes b**hes know I'm a casino I buy the Indian Remi b**hes know I'm not D Bo But I'm ride round, and I'm getting it My chick is juggin' me fo' they come out This is the light show and yo hole a mouth Got more bricks than a motherfu' house And I cook well, I am a scout Yes, yes, yes I'm leanin', little bae Dear Peewee, you should meet Longway You know DK my ace, no spade Ballin like sports drinkin “Lean-a-rade [Hook] (Verse: Peewee Longway) Bad b**h, solid as a rock, she got game for cops Cocaine, catch it in the box, whip it in the pot My guns in her name, O5-Glock, F&N gon' pop She ain't screamin out Longway name, even if the pig a** cop Show her the n***a I shot f** em baby, Bonnie and Clyde In two foreign a** drops Catch my n***a, baby rockaby f** in the Longway broc Gotta punish in the ill ring and watch Traphouse been f** a neighborhood watch DC to gleeshy drive a block, throw a brick Big screen need me, twelve ounce to a brick Cocaine cowgirl Steal a clip for me Ain't nuttin' humble for a betta OG Buying up the whole strand, ain't no sh**, Peewee That's a hell, count the neighborhood seaweeds Whatcha got, let me see ya pocket boy, see Wee? Racks on racks on that boy Peewee Me and my b**h on the f** sh**, gunplay Love the way she s** dick Longway, go! [Hook]

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