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LUCKI

Can't Blame You

 

Can't Blame You

(album: Body High - 2014)


[Lucki Eck$:]
Heard my ex bitch feigning now she want some X I tell her exit, ho
Why she stringing out she go look through our little texting
Hope she all off the rope like watching Rey Mysterio wrestling ignore my ass to death but nah I'm lying she get the message
My Aunt went crazy off the shit I do like every day
My parents know where I'm going their siblings been paved the way
Thanksgiving be like a circus, no magic just with their food
And Granny made a meal for elephant in the room
But don't care we're grown now, celebrate the low and high
Those miss calls are like my hair the way that shit done grown out Where that fucking comb now I'm too fucking zoned out (too fucking zoned out)

Hook: Ahhh Ahhhh Ahhh

Can't blame me for what happened last night I don't remember, can't except me to just man up and admit I'm acting different
These school buses in Christmas got me thinking it's December (it's December)

Ahhh Ahhhh Ahhh

[Ran$ah:]
I'm trying to find someone to blame but I can only think of me
I'm trying find something that's still the same but everything changes in a blink
When we play, we play for keeps niggas lame its to plain to see, I went from nicks from eights to keys in the matter of like a week, I'm trying to keep my pace smoke blunts to the face
All this cake I chase all these hoes I break all this dough I make
Can get blown it don't go in a safe I don't even got to say niggas already know when you great
Man they know when you great we exposing the fake
(Fake ay, ay)
It ain't shit but getting rich on my list of shit to do
Ain't shit on my list of shit to prove
8 bricks and we payed em' 6 to move
Do it slow if you rush, you get confused
Getting bucks what the fuck is left to do
I'm getting sucked by a bitch that just left her boo
If its tucked then you feeling you press then shoot

Ahhh Ahhhh Ahhh

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