
Ain’t My Fault (J HUS & FRED VIP Mix) Zara Larsson
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[Intro: Zara Larsson]
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
[Verse 1: Zara Larsson]
It ain't my fault you keep turnin' 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 turnin' me on
[Verse 2: J HUS + Zara Larsson]
Yeah
Hustler, baby
You sing something (ha ha ha)
Came looking like a rockstar
Leave the club with a popstar
Girl, had to take a second glance
Why you got two left feet?
You can't do my dance (it ain't my fault)
Mash up the dancefloor (it ain't my fault)
Pour this juice on the floor (it ain't my fault)
Have to be an outlaw (it ain't my fault)
You know what, I'm not sure
I fell in love with Zara Larsson
Sorry, beg your pardon
I'm a different kind of person
He's the phony version
She loves my East London accent
I made ugly the new fashion
Cashmere, DaVinci
I don't know how it happened (it ain't my fault)
Mash up the dancefloor (it ain't my fault)
Pour this juice on the floor (it ain't my fault)
Have to be an outlaw (it ain't my fault)
You know what, I'm not sure
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
[Verse 1: Zara Larsson]
It ain't my fault you keep turnin' 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 turnin' me on
[Verse 2: J HUS + Zara Larsson]
Yeah
Hustler, baby
You sing something (ha ha ha)
Came looking like a rockstar
Leave the club with a popstar
Girl, had to take a second glance
Why you got two left feet?
You can't do my dance (it ain't my fault)
Mash up the dancefloor (it ain't my fault)
Pour this juice on the floor (it ain't my fault)
Have to be an outlaw (it ain't my fault)
You know what, I'm not sure
I fell in love with Zara Larsson
Sorry, beg your pardon
I'm a different kind of person
He's the phony version
She loves my East London accent
I made ugly the new fashion
Cashmere, DaVinci
I don't know how it happened (it ain't my fault)
Mash up the dancefloor (it ain't my fault)
Pour this juice on the floor (it ain't my fault)
Have to be an outlaw (it ain't my fault)
You know what, I'm not sure
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