[Intro: Pretty Porcelain]
Turn me up, [?]
[Chorus: Pretty Porcelain]
Yeah, it ain't my fault that he be on my line
Girl, if I want him I can make him mine
It ain't my fault that I ain't got the time
I've been too busy out here gettin' mine
It ain't my fault I hit the bank and make a mess (yes)
You got no money now you pressed and upset (yes)
It ain't my fault I'm that bitch, take a pic, quick!
It ain't my fault I'm droppin' hit after hit (yeah)
It ain't my fault I caught you stuntin' (that ain't my fault)
It ain't my fault your **** want it (that ain't my fault)
[Verse 1: Pretty Porcelain]
I got that flavour that make 'em want to taste it
It ain't my fault I come through drippin' in the lace (yeah)
Bring out them bottles get it poppin' over [?]
All these bitches looking messy, they should play some soccer
Girl, you doing terrible, you lookin' like a toddler
And I got a check-up before I hit the doctor (woo)
Boy get out my face with that fake chain
Okay, that **** funny I'ma call 'em [?]
I got him mad at me but they ain't gon' do a thing
Thought I was done 'til I came back like a boomerang
[?] watching now you mad, you mad
Fuck it, I just want that bag, that bag
They say I've been living fast (er, er, er)
I didn't love him in the past (that ain't my fault)
Turn me up, [?]
[Chorus: Pretty Porcelain]
Yeah, it ain't my fault that he be on my line
Girl, if I want him I can make him mine
It ain't my fault that I ain't got the time
I've been too busy out here gettin' mine
It ain't my fault I hit the bank and make a mess (yes)
You got no money now you pressed and upset (yes)
It ain't my fault I'm that bitch, take a pic, quick!
It ain't my fault I'm droppin' hit after hit (yeah)
It ain't my fault I caught you stuntin' (that ain't my fault)
It ain't my fault your **** want it (that ain't my fault)
[Verse 1: Pretty Porcelain]
I got that flavour that make 'em want to taste it
It ain't my fault I come through drippin' in the lace (yeah)
Bring out them bottles get it poppin' over [?]
All these bitches looking messy, they should play some soccer
Girl, you doing terrible, you lookin' like a toddler
And I got a check-up before I hit the doctor (woo)
Boy get out my face with that fake chain
Okay, that **** funny I'ma call 'em [?]
I got him mad at me but they ain't gon' do a thing
Thought I was done 'til I came back like a boomerang
[?] watching now you mad, you mad
Fuck it, I just want that bag, that bag
They say I've been living fast (er, er, er)
I didn't love him in the past (that ain't my fault)
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