Whose Fault WESTSIDE BOOGIE (Ft. Christian Scott aTunde Adjuah)
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[Skit]
I will tear this whole fucking house down
I'm bettin' you won't do shit
Oh, really? Try me. Try me!
Yeah
Come on, try me!
Fuck out my face!
Try me, bitch!
Then come on and try me!
Get out my fuckin' face, move!
What you gonna do?
Come on, don't stop here
No, I'm tired of you
Go head, go
Go head, stop
Yeah, whatever
I have had enough!
Shut the fuck up!
[Verse 1: Boogie]
Yo, yo
Uh
Don't put your hands on me, uh
Fuck out my phone, I already told you she my damn homie, uh
You know the buttons still hurtin', and then you gon' stand on em', uh
And have the nerve to say you'll call another man on me, whoa
I was aware of your hurt, but I didn't know what your vengeance like
How the role of the killer switch to the role of the victim?
Like why the fuck you keep yellin', "We can't afford no eviction"? Uh
On my momma, you trippin' bitch, don't be bringin' my kid in this
She say, "Nigga you ain't shit, shoulda left you where you stand
Shoulda never let you hit, I shoulda chose up on your friend
Wish your daddy was around and taught you how to be a man
'Cause you a, motherfuckin' coward, nigga, let go of my hand
I swear I hate you, I hate how you think you dumb poppin'
Nigga, fuck Compton, act like you don't see your son watchin', uh
I'm done watchin' you fuck him up, keep it pushin', go do you
Like he don't copy your movements and he ain't lookin' up to you that shit is boo-boo, I hate it
Know it's actually kinda crazy how you fucked your homegirl and then actually tried to blame me, like
No, I'm laughin' because I'm angry, you salty 'cause I been dating don't ask me to see your baby, fuckin' pussy"
I will tear this whole fucking house down
I'm bettin' you won't do shit
Oh, really? Try me. Try me!
Yeah
Come on, try me!
Fuck out my face!
Try me, bitch!
Then come on and try me!
Get out my fuckin' face, move!
What you gonna do?
Come on, don't stop here
No, I'm tired of you
Go head, go
Go head, stop
Yeah, whatever
I have had enough!
Shut the fuck up!
[Verse 1: Boogie]
Yo, yo
Uh
Don't put your hands on me, uh
Fuck out my phone, I already told you she my damn homie, uh
You know the buttons still hurtin', and then you gon' stand on em', uh
And have the nerve to say you'll call another man on me, whoa
I was aware of your hurt, but I didn't know what your vengeance like
How the role of the killer switch to the role of the victim?
Like why the fuck you keep yellin', "We can't afford no eviction"? Uh
On my momma, you trippin' bitch, don't be bringin' my kid in this
She say, "Nigga you ain't shit, shoulda left you where you stand
Shoulda never let you hit, I shoulda chose up on your friend
Wish your daddy was around and taught you how to be a man
'Cause you a, motherfuckin' coward, nigga, let go of my hand
I swear I hate you, I hate how you think you dumb poppin'
Nigga, fuck Compton, act like you don't see your son watchin', uh
I'm done watchin' you fuck him up, keep it pushin', go do you
Like he don't copy your movements and he ain't lookin' up to you that shit is boo-boo, I hate it
Know it's actually kinda crazy how you fucked your homegirl and then actually tried to blame me, like
No, I'm laughin' because I'm angry, you salty 'cause I been dating don't ask me to see your baby, fuckin' pussy"
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