Big Sean - All Your Fault текст песни

[Intro: Kanye West]
Yeah, and we G.O.O.D.
Keep talkin' ‘bout this shit, but whatever,
We can go back and forth all day.

[Chorus: Kanye West, Ambrosia & TraviS Scott]
How much I feel?
I live for your love!
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love.
Live for your love!
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love.
Live for your love!
Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love.
Live for your love!
Lit for your love, baby.
Straight up!

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
That's that don't play, whoo! That's that new Ye,
People sayin' I'm the closest thing to Mike since Janet, whoo!
Tom Cruise, homie, we jumpin' up on them couches,
That's a fresh house, is that a guest house?
Your house got another house,
Your bitch got a bitch, your spouse got another spouse.
Young Walt Disney, I'ma tell you truthfully,
If you leave Mickey, you gon' end up with a Goofy,
I imagine that's what Chris told Karrueche,
Girls be actin' like it's diamonds in they coochie.
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck!
But cops chokin' niggas out in the media,
We finna have to protest and tear the city up,
We ‘bout to tear this whole place up pretty much.
How much I live?
And you know it's all your fault,
Nobody, nobody, nobody, babe!
You know it's all your fault,
Nobody, nobody, nobody, but me.

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Ho, we done made it through hell and disaster,
My crib done got bigger, my women got badder,
You wonderin' how do you get in the game,
I'm wonderin' how do I get to the rafters.
Oh boy, I'm mad until these records gettin' shattered,
Till I'm MJ or Magic, oh, she just want the status, so
You the man she got, but I'm the man she been after,
She done sent so many naked pics, my phone ain't got no data.
I walk off in New York like my name Derek Jeter,
Headed home to the D, where you know, I keep a Gina,
I'm the good with the evil, fuck you, nice to meet ya,
You can't have a peace sign, man, without the middle finger,
With the clique when you see us, that's my family to me,
That's my family tree,
They're my arms, legs, hands, and my feet,
And I can't cut them off even with diabetes,
Hit the beat and kerosene it, scratch that, I white sheet it.
A 100 dollar fade every single time you see us,
Been a king all my life, so I shoulda got a Caesar,
Somewhere off in Vegas rollin' dice up at the Caesar's,
Got me thinkin' back bout how I used to roll to Little Caesar's,
Piece of pizza with Tanisha, now I'm with a boniqua,
She finna blow at that.
I got your dream girl, yeah, she actin' like a ho at that,
Throw her to me, I'ma throw that back,
Top spot, I'm finna go at that.
Straight up! Lil' bitch!

[Verse 3:]
[Big Sean:]
Ho, you gotta move quick!
[Kanye West:]
World in my hands, I ain't gotta loose grip,
I don't like loose pussy or loose lips.
[Big Sean:]
And I done did the impossible a few times, Tom Cruise shit.
Ho, and I ain't satisfied bein' on that top five list!
[Kanye West:]
I ain't satisfied until I'm on that all-time list!
[Big Sean:]
Till everything I spit is all timeless.
[Kanye West:]
My girl on that all fine list.
[Big Sean:]
My life a little luck, a lot of grind.
Bitch, no maybe, ho, I gotta make it.
[Kanye West:]
Fuck your nomination, man, fuck the world!
[Big Sean:]
I'm repopulatin', wrap my Rollie round my waist, yeah, time's a wastin'.
[Kanye West:]
Niggas want the comma, comma combination.
[Big Sean:]
Long as I'm around, it's gon' be dot, dot, dot – a lot of waitin'.
Got my pinky on her brain while I'm gettin' brain plottin' world domination.
[Kanye West:]
People ask me how to make it.
[Big Sean:]
I'm just like, “Man, if you want the crown, bitch, you gotta take it!”
Straight up!

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