Ain't no point in pointing fingers
(No there's not, no there's not)
Cause I can't even blame you
(I can't blame shit on you)
And you can't even blame me
I just want to be rich and famous, I got another bitch on my mind when we banging
I can't even blame you
You ain't got a text in a couple days baby, snapchatting f*ck boys, hoping that it phase me
(No)
I can't even blame you
I've been feeling kind of awkward lately, mix the addy with the purp, I'm lazy
So focused, but my heart it racing, yeah my heart is racing
6 speed droptop like drag racing, if you keep playing, I'ma lose my patience
One more time, and the shots get to blazing, I keep a fully automatic in the basement
I don't know what that boy was thinking
Yeah he ran up, we brought him back in the Lincoln
(Yeah the Lincoln, in a Lincoln, in the Lincoln)
(Mhhm, yeah)
(In a Lincoln, that's a body bag)
(Just for, just for thinking)
(Now that boy, little boy, little stinking)
(Yeah the body bag stinking)
(Had to bring him back, in the body bag)
(In the Lincoln, cause that boy be stinking)
She say she wanna bang with us, them boys don't wanna hang with us
When shit go left it get dangerous
Yeah it get dangerous
When big glock came out with extendo, we sneak shit in like shawty through the window
We play no games like broken Nintendo, always wanted butterfly doors on the Benz hoe
I can't even blame you
(No you can't)
And you can't even blame me
(No you can't)
You ain't got a text in a couple days baby, snapchatting f*ck boys, hoping that it phase me
I've been feeling kind of awkward lately, mix the addy with the purp, I'm lazy
So focused, but my heart it racing, yeah my heart is racing
I don't smoke weed, but my lungs is blazing
Like flames man, off the lean everything feel amazing
I'm two facing, like two faces, and ain't no point in pointing fingers
There ain't no point in pointing fingers
There ain't no point, ain't no point, ain't no point
(Ain't no point in pointing fingers)
(Cause I can't even blame you)
(And you can't even blame me)
(I just want to be rich and famous, I got another bitch on my mind when we banging)
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English
Ain't no point in pointing fingers
(No there's not, no there's not)
Cause I can't even blame you
(I can't blame shit on you)
And you can't even blame me
I just want to be rich and famous, I got another bitch on my mind when we banging
I can't even blame you
You ain't got a text in a couple days baby, snapchatting f*ck boys, hoping that it phase me
(No)
I can't even blame you
I've been feeling kind of awkward lately, mix the addy with the purp, I'm lazy
So focused, but my heart it racing, yeah my heart is racing
6 speed droptop like drag racing, if you keep playing, I'ma lose my patience
One more time, and the shots get to blazing, I keep a fully automatic in the basement
I don't know what that boy was thinking
Yeah he ran up, we brought him back in the Lincoln
(Yeah the Lincoln, in a Lincoln, in the Lincoln)
(Mhhm, yeah)
(In a Lincoln, that's a body bag)
(Just for, just for thinking)
(Now that boy, little boy, little stinking)
(Yeah the body bag stinking)
(Had to bring him back, in the body bag)
(In the Lincoln, cause that boy be stinking)
She say she wanna bang with us, them boys don't wanna hang with us
When shit go left it get dangerous
Yeah it get dangerous
When big glock came out with extendo, we sneak shit in like shawty through the window
We play no games like broken Nintendo, always wanted butterfly doors on the Benz hoe
I can't even blame you
(No you can't)
And you can't even blame me
(No you can't)
You ain't got a text in a couple days baby, snapchatting f*ck boys, hoping that it phase me
I've been feeling kind of awkward lately, mix the addy with the purp, I'm lazy
So focused, but my heart it racing, yeah my heart is racing
I don't smoke weed, but my lungs is blazing
Like flames man, off the lean everything feel amazing
I'm two facing, like two faces, and ain't no point in pointing fingers
There ain't no point in pointing fingers
There ain't no point, ain't no point, ain't no point
(Ain't no point in pointing fingers)
(Cause I can't even blame you)
(And you can't even blame me)
(I just want to be rich and famous, I got another bitch on my mind when we banging)
(No there's not, no there's not)
Cause I can't even blame you
(I can't blame shit on you)
And you can't even blame me
I just want to be rich and famous, I got another bitch on my mind when we banging
I can't even blame you
You ain't got a text in a couple days baby, snapchatting f*ck boys, hoping that it phase me
(No)
I can't even blame you
I've been feeling kind of awkward lately, mix the addy with the purp, I'm lazy
So focused, but my heart it racing, yeah my heart is racing
6 speed droptop like drag racing, if you keep playing, I'ma lose my patience
One more time, and the shots get to blazing, I keep a fully automatic in the basement
I don't know what that boy was thinking
Yeah he ran up, we brought him back in the Lincoln
(Yeah the Lincoln, in a Lincoln, in the Lincoln)
(Mhhm, yeah)
(In a Lincoln, that's a body bag)
(Just for, just for thinking)
(Now that boy, little boy, little stinking)
(Yeah the body bag stinking)
(Had to bring him back, in the body bag)
(In the Lincoln, cause that boy be stinking)
She say she wanna bang with us, them boys don't wanna hang with us
When shit go left it get dangerous
Yeah it get dangerous
When big glock came out with extendo, we sneak shit in like shawty through the window
We play no games like broken Nintendo, always wanted butterfly doors on the Benz hoe
I can't even blame you
(No you can't)
And you can't even blame me
(No you can't)
You ain't got a text in a couple days baby, snapchatting f*ck boys, hoping that it phase me
I've been feeling kind of awkward lately, mix the addy with the purp, I'm lazy
So focused, but my heart it racing, yeah my heart is racing
I don't smoke weed, but my lungs is blazing
Like flames man, off the lean everything feel amazing
I'm two facing, like two faces, and ain't no point in pointing fingers
There ain't no point in pointing fingers
There ain't no point, ain't no point, ain't no point
(Ain't no point in pointing fingers)
(Cause I can't even blame you)
(And you can't even blame me)
(I just want to be rich and famous, I got another bitch on my mind when we banging)
Writer: Aaron Thibeaux
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid