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letra de my fault - xrtist

[intro]
yeah ugh rrahh brrapp

[verse 1]
i been running this sh-t since i was thirteen
ive been making plays
like im dax motherf-cker i earned these
credits on all of my tracks
i did it on my own b-tch im worthy
motherf-cker thats facts
im from new york b-tch my blood run deep
and they can f-cking bust gats
b-tch
i am a menace i k!ll all your friends
i make instrumentals and put them to rest
i show all you haters my d-ck and tell you to suck it
while yall female friends show me their br–sts
i been running sh-t like a marathon
but that line played out like the drug called meth
i would never do drugs just to boost my sh-t
i dont fall for the trap that the new kids in
im a motherf-cking teen and im k!lling this sh-t
im inspired by hopsin and eminem
youre an enemy n-gga this is your end
imma motherf-cking k!ller with extra adrenaline
i got stabbed in my face and i still dont fear sh-t
b-tch
tell them n-ggas

[hook]
you know how i am dont test me
why did you say i did something
you provoked me
b-tch you choked me
now youre lonely
and you owe me (your life)
but that ain’t my fault
nope
b-tch
that ain’t my fault
yeaahh yeaahhh
b-tch that ain’t my fault
nope
sorry hoe
b-tch that ain’t my fault
nope
b-tch
that ain’t my fault hoe

[verse 2]
look at all the sh-t that ive been wrecking
you say you love me but b-tch you need to look at the n-ggas you be texting
you sending nudes now yall be s-xin?
what the f-ck stupid b-tch now im about to get motherf-cking reckless

(look at what you did b-tch)

ive been in a motherf-cking bad mood
you p-ssed me off like a motherf-cking fat dude
getting the wrong order at some f-cking fast food
restaurant and the fries taste bad too

im a motherf-cking devil locked inside a child
ready to spaz out but i still believe theres a god cool(x2)

i wanna go to heaven i aint selling my soul
i aint doing g-y sh-t for the deal no no
i aint selling my body like motherf-ckin hoe
on the corner for some dough from a record label bro
f-ck that sh-t b-tch h-ll no what the f-ck
though im still k!lling instrumentals on the low
heres the album motherf-cker i want my cheese nachos
im k!lling your speakers everytime i flow

im taking over the top of the game die slow
i rose from the dead with the lucid vein n-gga and im about to go pyro
yall motherf-ckers dirty and hoes need lypo (x2)

[outro]
that ain’t my fault

- xrtist

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