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It ain't my fault the bitch say she ain't naughty And was always available when a nigga would roll through I knew there was some square ass nigga she would go to And trick and do all the shit I would say no to When you done all the shit it takes to make you a block legend Bitches like your baby momma won't stop pressing Throw away your whole relationship just to taste a sip Be having her on crown, she never taste a crisp Put a flick on her milkbox if she leave with Slick By the time I hit the vallet, she was in my shit Yeah, and your homies was there, but they ain't say nothing Cause they know what's gonna rack at the store with the pump fakin' Who that is rolling with us? I be fucking on them bitches that you wish you could fuck I be sipping on that liquor wish you had in your cup Making moves, getting richer, now you want it with blood Say what? Who that is rolling with us? I be fucking on them bitches that you wish you could fuck I be sipping on that liquor wish you had in your cup Making moves, getting richer, now you want it with blood Say what? I beat the lane up somewhere when I'm crawling E-40 posse on Broadway, big balling It's how you see the cup Half empty, half full From Letras Mania