Lil Wyte - Blame it On Da Bay lyrics
[Lil Wyte - Blame it On Da Bay lyrics]
Fuck what you
Who gives a fuck what you bitches say
I'm putting this one down for tha
Bay you can bet bitch commin to tha Bay
Round my way I'm a vet bitch
Launchin lightning by tha pound
Call me mister coke and crown
In the town I'm found we got tha
Sound to make them haters frown
Break it down now B is beating niggas about
Y is yours now figga it out
Constantly questioning all tha
Bickerin ghetto fab is what I'm bout
Got me commin up on hustling
Pen pad I have to preach
Fuck what you say if you disagree
Me run in tha streets
I'm always commin wit sum mo'
Probly fuckin on yo ho
If you car got took I'm tha one
Who threw tha brick through tha window
Repercussions, guts are gushin head gets
Busted for practically nuttin
Consequences they fold up
It's splatter close will be discussed
And Frayser's where my roots were sold and
So that's where I call my home
If it wasn't for tha Bay
Tha rap game I would not belong
Hear this song man who gives a
Fuck what you bitches say don't get wrong
When you get got just blame it on da Bay
If your ho get fuck
(You can blame it on da Bay)
If your car get took
(You can blame it on da Bay)
If your boys get shot
(You can blame it on da Bay)
Someone run up in your spot
(You can blame it on da Bay)
If your clique get hit
(You can blame it on da Bay)
Robbed blind fo sum shit
(You can blame it on da Bay)
Beat down in these streets
(You can blame it on da Bay)
Get jacked fo sum green
(You can blame it on da Bay)
Blame it on da Bay is what they all
Say when something happens round they way
Either they too scared or too wrong
To bring to our face
Add it up - took his ho, stole his car
And shot his bro
By now someone like me should
Be dead but ya know
I'm tha one superstar out tha hood
It's all good cause tha hood that I plug
Is tha Bay understood? Rock 'em
Sock 'em leave 'em for dead but
Keep up in yo sight
Tightly lock up 'em off in tha dungeon
Wit out a crack of light
Frayser B-O-U-N-D must be all up inside of me
M-E-M-P-H-IS crunkest city in Tennessee
Blame it on da Bay if there's
A glitch up in your atmosphere
Hear tha sound of money being made
And it's so crystal clear
Haters watch tha street strapped wit
Heat that I'm feelin fine
Gradually I peak over tha steep
Hills that I have climbed
And when I get finished with this
Path that I'm bout to pave
Please know that I wouldn't be shit
Wit out tha fuckin Bay
Fuck what you
Who gives a fuck what you bitches say
Who gives a fuck what you bitches say
I'm putting this one down for tha
Bay you can bet bitch commin to tha Bay
Round my way I'm a vet bitch
Launchin lightning by tha pound
Call me mister coke and crown
In the town I'm found we got tha
Sound to make them haters frown
Break it down now B is beating niggas about
Y is yours now figga it out
Constantly questioning all tha
Bickerin ghetto fab is what I'm bout
Got me commin up on hustling
Pen pad I have to preach
Fuck what you say if you disagree
Me run in tha streets
I'm always commin wit sum mo'
Probly fuckin on yo ho
If you car got took I'm tha one
Who threw tha brick through tha window
Repercussions, guts are gushin head gets
Busted for practically nuttin
Consequences they fold up
It's splatter close will be discussed
And Frayser's where my roots were sold and
So that's where I call my home
If it wasn't for tha Bay
Tha rap game I would not belong
Hear this song man who gives a
Fuck what you bitches say don't get wrong
When you get got just blame it on da Bay
If your ho get fuck
(You can blame it on da Bay)
If your car get took
(You can blame it on da Bay)
If your boys get shot
(You can blame it on da Bay)
Someone run up in your spot
(You can blame it on da Bay)
If your clique get hit
(You can blame it on da Bay)
Robbed blind fo sum shit
(You can blame it on da Bay)
Beat down in these streets
(You can blame it on da Bay)
Get jacked fo sum green
(You can blame it on da Bay)
Blame it on da Bay is what they all
Say when something happens round they way
Either they too scared or too wrong
To bring to our face
Add it up - took his ho, stole his car
And shot his bro
By now someone like me should
Be dead but ya know
I'm tha one superstar out tha hood
It's all good cause tha hood that I plug
Is tha Bay understood? Rock 'em
Sock 'em leave 'em for dead but
Keep up in yo sight
Tightly lock up 'em off in tha dungeon
Wit out a crack of light
Frayser B-O-U-N-D must be all up inside of me
M-E-M-P-H-IS crunkest city in Tennessee
Blame it on da Bay if there's
A glitch up in your atmosphere
Hear tha sound of money being made
And it's so crystal clear
Haters watch tha street strapped wit
Heat that I'm feelin fine
Gradually I peak over tha steep
Hills that I have climbed
And when I get finished with this
Path that I'm bout to pave
Please know that I wouldn't be shit
Wit out tha fuckin Bay
Fuck what you
Who gives a fuck what you bitches say