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  • G Herbo – Shook

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    G Herbo
    You already know what it is, man, you know what the fuck it is
    Soon as the beat come on instant kill, body
    Homicide on the beat
    I feel like Juelz mixed with Wayne
    Mixed with Kiss mixed with Styles
    Mixed with motherfucking Cam and Puff
    Puff cause I’ma talk that shit
    Mixed with Pac and Biggie, Hov
    Everybody hol’ on
    Look

    [Verse]
    I tell ’em look when I got ’em shook
    Before I kill him when I gotta kill him
    Since a infant I had been that nigga, word to auntie Linda
    I was too gangsta for a Gerber boy
    I had Gerbert on and Polaroids
    If you can get the picture
    I wasn’t rich I had to risk it, try and glit my wrist up
    Went for a bitch, it wasn’t shit for me to get my dick sucked
    I fuck bitches look like Kylie Jenner but they lips way thinner and don’t go on dinners
    I did my shit somewhere so I repent if i was born a sinner
    I ball hard and rock fox furs in the winter
    2000 I go spent my (?) dinner
    This that shit A Boogie rap about yeah they my niggas
    They say Don dropped a new check while he getting bigger
    And i’m the type of nigga that follow my intuition i shoot you get to twitching
    I gotta kill or you might get to snitching
    You niggas bitches had to man up and take gifts of christmas lists
    Ain’t go to school i was skipping ditching i didn’t listen
    I started pitching had experiments up in the kitchen
    Try not to breath in i thought it felt like we was sniffing
    Re-up we thought we was tripping profits started tripling
    We got this bitch sold up from Stoney to Lake Michigan
    If he toast up we like so what when we face off with the (?) got big shit when you pullin out they like hol’ up
    Mini choppers that fold up like A Lamborghini with the doors up
    Fast car G Swervo in the V 12 and before i leave the house pick that pole up
    Roll up
    I seen niggas froze up, had they homie oozing on the ground left him dead cause they ain’t do what they said
    Im just on the bread, niggas ain’t worth shit i walk alone instead
    I don’t know who want me dead eyes behind my head
    I had spent (?) what was on my head
    They wanna get me out outty i’m just getting older
    And i don’t take for granted pray i get it lower
    They keep moving low profile presidential like a soldier postar
    Make the best in ups and downs in life like a rollercoaster
    Know my grandma looking down on me shining like a postar
    Know your baby getting older and i’m getting older
    Sorry my heart getting colder niggas getting hoe’r but i know you see i did all that i said that i was gonna
    Made all the sacrifices even when i ain’t wanna
    Momma living out 5 outta 4 some i was somewhere like 100 floors up
    Ran up a Quater mill on a tour bus, Roley my wrist, Wraith to M6
    Early i was fucking off chasing and shit, you ain’t know young niggas getting reckless like this
    Any nigga that diss me on a record and shit and spit facts
    They lying on wax
    Homies rolling over, i need a stash house spot money rolling over
    I been that shit since Averex .. Motarolas
    And i cleaned up like 8 jacks call the corner clean pull up Maybach shorties call the corners
    Kid ain’t have no clean summers we was always warm
    I ain’t have no clean sneakers cause i always wore
    And stop getting good grades i was in the hall way more
    When my class walked across the stage i was in California smoking California
    Ain’t have to get up early mornings, fuck Tom Jordan
    Shout out Nino i was fucking with M Tray when they was in New Orleans


  • Kim Kardashian Explains Why 25 Family Pics From Instagram Disappeared

    Kim Kardashian coughs up an explanation into why her 25 family photos disappear from her Instagram.

    The reality TV mogul uploaded 25 family portraits to her Instagram account every day in December leading up to Christmas Day. Her fans criticized her harshly because of Kylie Jenner, who is rumored to be pregnant, was not in any of the photos including the one she posted on Christmas. Natural everyone thought that it was because she was being trolled why she deleted the photos.

    According to Kim Kardashian, that assessment is not the case and she merely deleted the pics because that was the original plan of action. “Was always the plan. I archived them so my instagram feed vibe is back,” she responded to a fan who asked, “Wait @KimKardashian deleted all the 25 days of Christmas cards on Instagram.”

    Was always the plan. I archieved them so my instagram feed vibe is back https://t.co/yYG4Ib0Iud

    — Kim Kardashian West (@KimKardashian) December 28, 2017

    After deleting the photos, she posted a pic of herself, Kanye West, North West, and Saint West. “Happy Holidays,” she wrote in the caption. The couple has a third child on the way through a surrogate. Their new bundle of joy is expected to arrive in January next year. Her two sisters, Kylie and Khloe Kardashian, also have their babies on the way but so far only Khloe has confirmed her pregnancy. Kylie Jenner has been in hiding ever since rumors surfaced of her pregnancy for Travis Scott and she has yet confirmed or denied the rumors. Khloe and Triston Thompson are expecting a baby boy.

    Happy Holidays

    A post shared by Kim Kardashian West (@kimkardashian) on Dec 29, 2017 at 8:46am PST

    Kim Kardashian and Kanye West have been going strong especially since his mental breakdown in November last year which forced him to cancel his Saint Pablo Tour. This year the rap icon has maintained a low profile and mostly stayed out of the public eye. He still manages to push his Yeezy fashion brand even further all while working on a new album due next year.

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  • CupcakKe – Cumshot Lyrics

    [Intro]
    For 10.99 you can hit it from behind
    Video me giving you head that’s Facetime
    (Ha, ha, ha)

    [Hook]
    Murder my pussy without the gunshot
    Just shoot me up my ass crack with a cum shot
    Sore out my body like pilates, boy don’t stop
    Just cover all my gums up with a cum shot
    Cum shot, cum shot
    In my crotch, my crotch
    (Cum shot, cum shot
    In my crotch, my crotch)

    [Verse 1]
    Do anything that you say bae, you ain’t gotta wait bae
    Place a lot of nut inside my mouth like a Payday
    Sex never get old it will never expire
    Pussy worked it so hard it might need to retire
    Coochie fat as fuck it weigh like 50 pounds
    I bent this thing over like I took a bow
    Dick in my pum pum may get lost and drown
    Niggas get in this pussy and lose in lost and found
    Now you wanna act like you starstruck
    Pussy woke you up like some Starbucks
    I give you so much head even though you love ass
    That yo pubic hair starting to make me a mustache
    But that’s some other shit, this pussy smother dick
    BET where the fuck my award for sucking dick?
    I like the way you stroking it daddy keep focusing
    You the first to come inside like this pussy the grand opening

    [Hook]
    Murder my pussy without the gunshot
    Just shoot me up my ass crack with a cum shot
    Sore out my body like pilates, boy don’t stop
    Just cover all my gums up with a cum shot
    Cum shot, cum shot
    In my crotch, my crotch
    (Cum shot, cum shot
    In my crotch, my crotch)

    [Verse 2]
    I’m more happy than a happy meal those jaws work
    Celebrity with a wet pussy call that Starburst
    Can I measure it with a ruler , papi chulo?
    Hit a split on that dick in the back of the Uber
    Pussy bust open like I’m going in labor
    The coochie to the booty it got different flavors
    Anytime I wanna make my ass smack on yo cock
    You better pop up out the blue like Jack in the Box
    I’m frisky I might give that dick a hickey
    If sucking dick was a drug I’m overdosing like Whitney
    Drop it in my kitty let me feel it in my kidney
    Yo pants full of dick so we calling em Dickies
    I fuck niggas and get fucked without a ring
    Pussy taste like pork chops and sour cream
    Place you in a dream once I give you this sample
    Then I model yo sperm just call me Naomi Campbell

    [Hook]
    Murder my pussy without the gunshot
    Just shoot me up my ass crack with a cum shot
    Sore out my body like pilates, boy don’t stop
    Just cover all my gums up with a cum shot
    Cum shot, cum shot
    In my crotch, my crotch
    (Cum shot, cum shot
    In my crotch, my crotch)

    [Verse 3]
    Yo balls sagging , I’m gagging and its taking my oxygen
    Suck it so good have you shocker than Chaka Khan
    Whoa, whoa minute man that’s a no no
    Buy me gifts than I turn into yo ho ho
    What’s the rush? Can I douche or do you want a stank twat?
    Pussy dripping on that dick like a raindrop
    Wanted the big dick until you made me face it
    Dick was so hard it broke my tooth I need braces
    How can a nigga ever hate this pussy?
    I walk into the barber like “shave this pussy”
    I took off my shorts, long story short (oh yeah)
    That nigga ate this pussy!
    Fuck every hole on my body that’s including my ear
    Keep my panties when you done as a souvenir
    Freakiest girl in the world if you wanna get technical
    Don’t test me unless its with your testicles
    Taking trips , I’m skinny dippin and then let’s fuck in McDonalds
    Caramel Frappe full of cum boy you know that’s the motto
    I understand you get aroused when my cookies slip
    I wear my Kylie Jenner lipstick on my pussy lips

    [Outro]
    On my pussy lips, on my pussy lips
    I understand you get aroused when my cookies slip
    I wear my Kylie Jenner lipstick on my pussy lips


  • Tyga – Feel Me (feat. Kanye West)

    [Intro: Tyga & Kanye West]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Aye this shit gotta be club
    Car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
    Ah! Bitch I’m the shit, feel me?
    Them niggas ain’t this, feel me?
    911 on my wrist feel me?
    Not the time but the whip, bitch, feel me?

    [Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
    Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
    "Happy birthday, here’s a Benz", feel me?
    First, last name rich, feel me?
    Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
    We at the highest level, feel me?
    I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

    [Verse 1: Tyga]
    I need my cash money
    A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
    These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty
    We lit up the city, you feel me?
    My hitters is humble, we hit up the city
    We skrrt off, we eat in a Bentley
    Take her shoppin’
    But can’t get that python through customs
    Hundred K for the PJ, fuck it
    Garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
    Getting money, you relate, feel me?
    Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
    Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
    Bel-Air estates (huh!)
    Hansen’s with the cake
    I’m hands on with that cake
    I need my bitches A1
    I got a lot at stake, feel me?

    [Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
    We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
    I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
    Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
    At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

    [Verse 2: Kanye West]
    Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
    Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
    Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi on
    Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
    Texted my Consigliere
    Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
    (Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
    That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
    I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
    Top shotta put the pressure
    Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
    There’s levels to my retail
    The devil’s in the detail
    Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
    Goin’ heavy metal on the email
    Niggas be so emo
    Catch feelings like a female
    Get quiet as a church mouse
    Phone soundin’ like a seashell
    Niggas get so choked up
    I had to bring back the Spreewells, hahah

    [Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
    We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
    I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

    [Outro: Kanye West & Tyga]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


  • TYGA – Feel Me lyrics

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
    Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
    Bitch I’m the shit (Feel me?)
    Them niggas ain’t this
    Feel me? Skrrt
    9-11 on my wrist Feel me?
    Not the time but the whip, bitch
    Feel me?

    Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
    Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
    First, last name rich, feel me?
    Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
    We at the highest level, feel me?
    I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

    I need my cash money, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
    These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
    My hitters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off we eat in a Bentley
    Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
    Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
    Getting money, you relate, feel me?
    Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
    Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
    Bel-Air estates, huh
    Hansen’s with the cake, huh
    I’m hands on with that cake
    I need my bitches A1
    I got a lot at stake, feel me?

    We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
    I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
    Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
    At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

    Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
    Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
    Coogie, Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
    Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
    Texted my Consigliere
    Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
    (Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
    That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
    I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
    Top shotta put the pressure
    Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
    There’s levels to my retail
    The devil’s in the detail
    Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
    Goin’ heavy metal on the email
    Niggas be so emo, catch feelings like a female
    Get quiet as a church mouse
    Phone soundin’ like a seashell
    Niggas get so choked up
    I had to bring back the Spreewells

    We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
    I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


  • Soulja Boy – Draco

    [Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
    Me and Dex, fucking up a check
    God damn all these broke ass niggas can’t stand a nigga neck
    Fuck on your bitch, she givin’ me neck
    I’m grippin’ on the Draco
    I’m grippin’ on the TEC
    Shot a pussy nigga all in his neck
    Nigga I’m making it rain, you know that she wet
    Smokin’ July, know I’m high in the space
    Calling up my lawyer he beat me the case
    150 bricks in the Goyard
    Hopped in the whip with Givenchy sittin’ on my shoe lace
    Fuck on the dope and I’m takin’ your bitch out the denim
    Hit the private jet, me and Kylie Jenner
    Draco extended clip and the sprinter
    75 000 diamonds they winter

    [Hook: Soulja Boy]
    Draco, Draco
    Don’t make me spray with the Draco
    Shooters they pillow, they shoot when I say so
    Call up lil’ Soulja, I ball like Diego
    Draco (x23)
    [Verse 2: Famous Dex]
    I never leave without the Draco
    My shooters do what I say so
    I hit a stain when I lay low
    Can’t fuck that bitch, swear on God she a fake hoe
    Swear to God boom with that Draco
    You run up on me swear to God got my Draco
    Ballin’ run right to the pesos
    Yeah I’m so clean, yeah
    Can’t fuck these bitches, just scream
    Ballin’ so hard with no ring, just look at my rings
    Look at the diamonds, yeah, all of them shining
    Diamonds they dance in the dark
    Used to serve right at the park, I trap at the park
    Young nigga starved, used to have food and I starved
    Bend down that old then I lurk ’round the dark
    Move like I catch you then young nigga bark
    (Wait)
    Draco, Draco
    Boy don’t let me call Uno
    You know, you know
    He’ll shoot your ass down with the Draco, yeah!

    [Hook: Soulja Boy]
    Draco, Draco
    Don’t make me spray with the Draco
    Shooters they pillow, they shoot when I say so
    Call up lil’ Soulja, I ball like Diego
    Draco (x23)


  • Soulja Boy – Draco Lyrics

    [Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
    Me and Dex, fucking ran up a check
    Goddamn molly bro can’t nigga
    Stand an other nigga neck
    Fuck on your bitch
    She give me naked
    I grabbing on a draco
    I grabbing on a TEC
    Shot a pussy nigga
    All in his neck
    Nigga making a rain
    You know they she wet
    Smoke on [?] i’m high in the space
    Calling my lawyer he being in the case
    150 bricks in the Goyard
    I just whooped’ in Givenchy
    [?]
    Hit a private with me and Kylie Jenner
    Draco is still in clip in this sprained?
    75 000 that was I win
    Draco , Draco
    Don’t let me spray
    With the draco
    Shoot these [?]
    And I say so
    Calling lil soda
    I’m balling Diego

    [Hook]
    Draco (x23)
    [Verse 2 : Famous Dex]
    I love , I live with the Draco
    Much I do I say so
    I had to stay when I lay low
    Can fuck a bitch
    When a [?] a fako?
    Swear to god
    Boom with that Draco
    You ran up a bitch
    When you got my Draco
    Ballin’ run around
    Then I pay so
    Yeah I’m so clean , yeah
    Can fuck a bitch
    She just cream
    Ballin’ so hard in a ring
    They look up my rings , yeah
    Looking the diamonds , yeah
    All I’m shining , yeah
    [?] in a door
    You so ride at the park
    I shoot at the park , yeah
    Young nigga stole
    So you a full of a scurf
    [?] that dark
    Mulla can count young nigga bark
    (Wait)
    Draco , Draco
    Ballin’ don’t let me call uno
    You know , You know
    He shoot you ass down
    With the Draco , Yeah !

    [Soulja Boy]
    Draco , Draco
    Don’t let me spray
    With the draco
    Shoot these [?]
    And i say so
    Calling lil soda
    I’m balling Diego

    [Hook]
    Draco (x23)


  • Soulja Boy – Draco (feat. Famous Dex) letras

    [Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
    Me and Dex, fucking ran up a check
    Goddamn molly bro can’t nigga
    Stand an other nigga neck
    Fuck on your bitch
    She give me naked
    I grabbing on a draco
    I grabbing on a TEC
    Shot a pussy nigga
    All in his neck
    Nigga making a rain
    You know they she wet
    Smoke on [?] i’m high in the space
    Calling my lawyer he being in the case
    150 bricks in the Goyard
    I just whooped’ in Givenchy
    [?]
    Hit a private with me and Kylie Jenner
    Draco is still in clip in this sprained?
    75 000 that was I win
    Draco , Draco
    Don’t let me spray
    With the draco
    Shoot these [?]
    And I say so
    Calling lil soda
    I’m balling Diego

    [Hook]
    Draco (x23)
    [Verse 2 : Famous Dex]
    I love , I live with the Draco
    Much I do I say so
    I had to stay when I lay low
    Can fuck a bitch
    When a [?] a fako?
    Swear to god
    Boom with that Draco
    You ran up a bitch
    When you got my Draco
    Ballin’ run around
    Then I pay so
    Yeah I’m so clean , yeah
    Can fuck a bitch
    She just cream
    Ballin’ so hard in a ring
    They look up my rings , yeah
    Looking the diamonds , yeah
    All I’m shining , yeah
    [?] in a door
    You so ride at the park
    I shoot at the park , yeah
    Young nigga stole
    So you a full of a scurf
    [?] that dark
    Mulla can count young nigga bark
    (Wait)
    Draco , Draco
    Ballin’ don’t let me call uno
    You know , You know
    He shoot you ass down
    With the Draco , Yeah !

    [Soulja Boy]
    Draco , Draco
    Don’t let me spray
    With the draco
    Shoot these [?]
    And i say so
    Calling lil soda
    I’m balling Diego

    [Hook]
    Draco (x23)


  • MADEINTYO – Uber Everywhere (On MTV’s Wonderland) (Live) letras

    Nawfside cooling, shorty, yeah that’s where I stay
    Heard you was a lame boy, get up out my face
    And my ex keep calling, swear that she be in the way
    And I need a thick Redbone shorty where I lay
    Bad bihh in LA tell me that she’ll make the trip
    Shorty bad as hell, yeah, with them Kylie Jenner lips
    Uber every fucking where, pre-rolls in my VIP
    Canada jawn, yeah I think that bitch from the 6
    Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
    Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
    Look, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
    Yeah, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
    Aye (skrr skrr)
    Yeah, I wanna get the ‘Rari, but I know it takes some time (skrr skrr)
    Pre-roll shorty light it up you know you fine
    Lil 5 with my 5 and I’m rolling up the gas
    And I need my leg room, Bapestas, first class
    East Atlanta jawn Cookout on Moreland Ave (skrr skrr)
    She say she bout that action but I think that Imma pass
    Shorty wanna fuck me but I know I got some top
    Shorty wanna fuck me but I just got some top (skrr skrr)
    I can’t fuck with ops never stop pull up in that juice box
    Uber fucking everywhere
    Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP (skrr skrr)
    Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
    And I think that bitch from canada
    I think she from the 6
    Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
    Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
    Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
    Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
    Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)


  • Zara Larsson feat. Lil Yachty – Ain’t My Fault (Remix)

    [Intro: Zara Larsson]
    Oh my, oh my, oh my
    Oh my, oh my, oh my
    Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my

    [Hook 1: Zara Larsson]
    It ain’t my fault you keep turning me on
    It ain’t my fault you got, got me so gone
    It ain’t my fault I’m not leavin’ alone
    It ain’t my fault you keep turning me on
    [Verse 1: Zara Larsson]
    I can’t talk right now, I’m looking and I like what I’m seeing
    Got me feeling kinda shocked, girl, now
    Could’ve stopped right now, even if I wanted
    Gotta get it, get it, get it, while it’s hot right now
    Oh my God, what is this
    Want you all in my business
    Baby, I insist
    Please don’t blame me for what ever happens next

    [Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
    No I-I-I-I, can’t be responsible
    If I-I-I-I, get you in trouble now
    See you’re-‘re-‘re-‘re, too irresistible
    Yeah, that’s for sure
    So if I put your hands where my eyes can’t see
    That you’re the one who’s got a hold on me
    No I-I-I-I, can’t be responsible, responsible

    [Chorus: Zara Larsson]
    It ain’t my fault (no, no, no, no…)
    It ain’t my fault (no, no, no, no…)
    It ain’t my fault

    [Verse 2: Zara Larsson]
    It ain’t my fault you came here looking like that
    You just made me trip, fall, and land on your lap
    Certain bad boy smooth, body hotter than a summer
    I don’t mean to be rude, but I look so damn good on ya
    Ain’t got time right now
    Missed me with that “what’s your name, your sign” right now
    It’s light outside, I just called an Uber and it’s right outside
    Oh my God, what is this
    Want you all in my business
    Baby I insist
    Please don’t blame me for what ever happens next

    [Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
    No I-I-I-I, can’t be responsible
    If I-I-I-I, get you in trouble now
    See you’re-‘re-‘re-‘re, too irresistible
    Yeah, that’s for sure
    So if I put your hands where my eyes can’t see
    That you’re the one who’s got a hold on me
    No I-I-I-I, can’t be responsible, responsible

    [Chorus Shortened: Zara Larsson]
    It ain’t my fault

    [Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
    Where’s your thot?
    Called my fiends like, “What you caught last night?”
    If the ass right and you ask right you might spend the night
    Sitting so informal with the Sailing Team and we just might stat a dinner fight
    Need a white chick that’s Kylie Jenner right, need a black chick that cook my dinner right
    But ayy, get your bead though, snitches, 5-0
    I can’t kick it with no side hoe, I need that Lambo
    Come through bustin’ like I’m Rambo with heavy ammo
    And I’m lit just like a candle, stock up like sandals (Lil Boat!)

    [Bridge: Zara Larsson]
    Baby, one, two, three
    Your body’s calling me
    And I know wherever you’re at
    Is exactly where I wanna be
    But don’t blame me
    It ain’t my fault… (no, no, no, no…)
    It ain’t my fault (no, no, no, no…)
    It ain’t my fault (no, no, no, no…)
    It ain’t my fault (oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my)

    [Pre-Chorus Shortened: Zara Larsson]
    So if I put your hands where my eyes can’t see
    That you’re the one who’s got a hold on me
    No I-I-I-I, can’t be responsible, responsible

    [Chorus: Zara Larsson]
    It ain’t my fault (no, no, no, no…)
    It ain’t my fault (no, no, no, no…)
    It ain’t my fault

    [Outro: Zara Larsson]
    It ain’t my fault you got me so caught…
    It ain’t my fault you got me so caught…
    Oh, well that’s too bad it ain’t my fault!