Lyrics Blame (feat. Bobby Raps) - R.A.D

I don't got no problems I'm not here to entertain ya
Model tryna swallow everything, blow her brains out
Hollow as a bottle tryna see what you contain there
If you can't see what we got going on then I don't blame ya

I don't blame ya

(?) case on my phone
Coogie sock on my toes
Can you blame me
20 dollar bills my cologne
Whole lot of hundred on my clothes
Can you blame me
I just broke bread with my bro's
Now all summers are cool
Can you blame us
That bitch broke my bone
Tryna deep throat
Whoa, Can you blame us
Money got good girl hoein
I never do no wrong you can't blame me
You seen what we got going on
You couldn't blame me
Your girl is a (tame?) my girl is a lightweight
Your girl is a skank my girl likes to ice skate
And if I fuck it up then that was my call
I know what it is as who to blame it was my fault

I don't got no problems I'm not here to entertain ya
Model tryna swallow everything, blow her brains out
Hollow as a bottle trynna see what you contain there
If you can't see what we got going on
I don't blame ya

I don't blame ya

Aye
Spend it and make it right back
Imma just keep it a stack
She tryna suck on that dick from the back
I went and pulled out the strap
I went and pulled out the strap
I ain't talking about no guns though
All these fools on bitch mode
Don't get caught up in the blunt smoke
Makeup on my shirt she say I'm a flirt
If she put in work imma ring her up just like a clerk
But these hoes ain't worth it baby sorry if you hurt
Call this shit sand castle yeah I made it out the dirt
How I make more money than you
When I ain't had no car or phone
Had to raise the bar alone mama raised me hard as stone
And I'm with a bitch in private I think that she like it
But She want a bi bitch so I told her bye bitch

I don't got no problems I'm not here to entertain ya
Model tryna swallow everything, blow her brains out
Hollow as a bottle trynna see what you contain there
If you can't see what we got going on
I don't blame ya

I don't blame ya

If you not a pro then you gotta go (aye)
Yeah, she hit me and bro but she not a hoe (aye)
If you really got a problem then I gotta know
Pull up to your front door
That's not dominoes
Jewelry really got me looking like a caught a cold
Diamonds got the flu achoo
She said that I got the sauce acting like I ain't knew I do
Smoking like a chimney cus my pockets going through the roof
Yeah my baby perfect but I just want Mila Kunis too

Come on show something to me
I been waiting for it
They don't know what's going imma take the blame for it
Do not ask me yo you guys should sign the plate for us
Trynna freestyle bitch not unless you paying for it
Want that PowerPoint I'm gonna slide like slideshow
Out that tappa drink make me slump and write typos
Pockets getting fatter and these bitches' like lypo
Fighting like mike lights out night night hoe