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Blame My Friends (The Gang) Video (MV)




Performed By: IDK
Length: 4:02
Written by: Jason Mills




IDK - Blame My Friends (The Gang) Lyrics
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I ain't around I just might be with the motherf*ckin' gang
I ain't around I just might be with the motherf*ckin' gang
If I ain't around I just might be with the motherf*ckin' gang
If I ain't around I just might be with the motherf*ckin' gang

Destruction
All we see is destruction
Yea yea
Yea yea
Destruction
All we see is destruction
Yea yea yea yea

Money and hoes
That's all I know
Bring out the gang
Gettin' this dough
Stackin' this dough
Bring out the gang
Clip wit the beam
F*ck what you mean
Bring out the gang
No no Manning, I don't have team
I got the gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang

Lookin' like y'all want something
Y'all niggas don't want nothin'
You talk a lot 'til you see the beam then they cricket cricket
Y'all start runnin'
Tommy gun wit the hunnit drum
Brum brum
That is not a band
If the choppa don't hit you up
Best believe it's gon' hit your man
I done seen a lot of killas dealers
I done seen a lot of dope fiends
I done seen a lot niggas acting like they be around where they don't be
Fake niggas tryna act real
Real niggas don't say a thing
'Til they'll pull up on you with bong bong
Then they run and scream

Money and hoes
That's all I know
Bring out the gang
Gettin' this dough
Stackin' this dough
Bring out the gang
Clip wit the beam
F*ck what you mean
Bring out the gang
No no Manning, I don't have team
I got the gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang

My bitch clean
She a goddess
Hair long Pocahontas
Boi your cheese lookin' real bad
You need to see the orthodontist
I'mma just keep the shit honest
Keep it Chris Wallace
Big as a nigga could be
(Wait)
You are the type to go on play in the road and say you in the streets (Swerve)
Crash the whip
Buy another one
In the kitchen cookin' parrot that's (Birds)
Tryna fly away
F*ck what you heard
If she got a ass
Pull up on her
That's an hour glass
Look at her curves
Time is running out
But I forgot
All 'cause my Rollie don't tick
You would understand if your Rollie legit

Money and hoes
That's all I know
Bring out the gang
Gettin' this dough
Stackin' this dough
Bring out the gang
Clip wit the beam
F*ck what you mean
Bring out the gang
No no Manning, I don't have team
I got the gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang

Destruction
All we see is destruction
Yea yea
Yea yea
Destruction
All we see is destruction
Yea yea yea yea
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I ain't around I just might be with the motherf*ckin' gang
I ain't around I just might be with the motherf*ckin' gang
If I ain't around I just might be with the motherf*ckin' gang
If I ain't around I just might be with the motherf*ckin' gang

Destruction
All we see is destruction
Yea yea
Yea yea
Destruction
All we see is destruction
Yea yea yea yea

Money and hoes
That's all I know
Bring out the gang
Gettin' this dough
Stackin' this dough
Bring out the gang
Clip wit the beam
F*ck what you mean
Bring out the gang
No no Manning, I don't have team
I got the gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang

Lookin' like y'all want something
Y'all niggas don't want nothin'
You talk a lot 'til you see the beam then they cricket cricket
Y'all start runnin'
Tommy gun wit the hunnit drum
Brum brum
That is not a band
If the choppa don't hit you up
Best believe it's gon' hit your man
I done seen a lot of killas dealers
I done seen a lot of dope fiends
I done seen a lot niggas acting like they be around where they don't be
Fake niggas tryna act real
Real niggas don't say a thing
'Til they'll pull up on you with bong bong
Then they run and scream

Money and hoes
That's all I know
Bring out the gang
Gettin' this dough
Stackin' this dough
Bring out the gang
Clip wit the beam
F*ck what you mean
Bring out the gang
No no Manning, I don't have team
I got the gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang

My bitch clean
She a goddess
Hair long Pocahontas
Boi your cheese lookin' real bad
You need to see the orthodontist
I'mma just keep the shit honest
Keep it Chris Wallace
Big as a nigga could be
(Wait)
You are the type to go on play in the road and say you in the streets (Swerve)
Crash the whip
Buy another one
In the kitchen cookin' parrot that's (Birds)
Tryna fly away
F*ck what you heard
If she got a ass
Pull up on her
That's an hour glass
Look at her curves
Time is running out
But I forgot
All 'cause my Rollie don't tick
You would understand if your Rollie legit

Money and hoes
That's all I know
Bring out the gang
Gettin' this dough
Stackin' this dough
Bring out the gang
Clip wit the beam
F*ck what you mean
Bring out the gang
No no Manning, I don't have team
I got the gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang

Destruction
All we see is destruction
Yea yea
Yea yea
Destruction
All we see is destruction
Yea yea yea yea
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Writer: Jason Mills
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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