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Juvenile

"Ain’t My Fault"

[Intro]
J. White, I need a beat I can go off on

[Chorus: Trouble]
It ain't my fault these b*tches mad though (It ain't my fault, ooh)
It ain't my fault that's where the cash go (It ain't my fault, yes)
Get out your feelin', get a bag ho (It ain't my fault, yeah)
Walked in Givenchy clean as hell ho (It ain't my fault)
I bought the Bentley just to sh*t on all these b*tches (It ain't my fault)
I bought the Wraith just to give it to my n*gga (It ain't my fault)
I came from nothin', finally made it to the milli (It ain't my fault, yeah, T)
Stackin' the racks up to the ceilin', yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (It ain't my—)

[Verse 1: Trouble]
It ain't my fault your ho wan' f*ck 'round with a real one, yuh, yuh (She want a real one)
Now she hate lames, she tried me out, she know the difference, yuh, yuh (Know a real n*gga)
My boy Lil' Jonny pass it 'round, I'm Scottie Pippen, yuh, yuh
No MTV but she wan' see just how I'm livin', yuh, yuh
n*gga, mind yo' business, yuh, won't tell you bout who I'm hittin' (Tell you 'bout who I'm), yuh, yuh
Just had a son, yuh, but the other one on her titty (But my other one)
Two-step like Diddy (Diddy), yuh, got a project b*tch, saddity (So saddity), yuh, yuh
She know I get it, yuh, get about with Hello Kitty
I murder [?] coast, so death to snitches (Death to snitches)
She came wit' it so I kept the digits (Kept the line)
Yo' relationship, we got one, told y'all dig it (That sucks)
[?], see I murdered your broad, it ain't no limit (Ha)

[Chorus: Trouble]
It ain't my fault these b*tches mad though (It ain't my fault, ooh)
It ain't my fault that's where the cash go (It ain't my fault, yes)
Get out your feelin', get a bag ho (It ain't my fault, yeah)
Walked in Givenchy clean as hell ho (It ain't my fault)
I bought the Bentley just to sh*t on all these b*tches (It ain't my fault)
I bought the Wraith just to give it to my n*gga (It ain't my fault)
I came from nothin', finally made it to the milli (It ain't my fault, yeah, T)
Stackin' the racks up to the ceilin'

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
It ain't my muthaf*ckin' fault that my wrist talk
Even in the pitch dark, South Baton Rouge
It ain't my fault that I stick talk
n*ggas mad I'm on, but I get my hustle off the click, ho!
Blame it on the blues why I'm always in a b*tch mouth
Bentley truck, what the f*ck? It ain't my fault
I'm a street n*gga, these n*ggas be tellin' my name
And saltin' my game, pillow talkin' to a b*tch who I f*cked on the first night (n*gga, it ain't my fault)
That yo' money ain't right n*gga (It ain't my fault)
You ain't smoke how we smoke, n*gga (It ain't my fault)
You don't drank how we drank, n*gga (It ain't my fault)
You ain't real like we real, n*gga! it ain't my fault!
You don't kill like we kill, n*gga, it ain't my fault

[Chorus: Trouble]
It ain't my fault these b*tches mad though (It ain't my fault, ooh)
It ain't my fault that's where the cash go (It ain't my fault, yes)
Get out your feelin', get a bag ho (It ain't my fault, yeah)
Walked in Givenchy clean as hell ho (It ain't my fault)
I bought the Bentley just to sh*t on all these b*tches (It ain't my fault)
I bought the Wraith just to give it to my n*gga (It ain't my fault)
I came from nothin', finally made it to the milli (It ain't my fault, yeah, T)
Stackin' the racks up to the ceilin'

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