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B.B. Jay( BB Jay )
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Don't Be Mad (Who Da Blame)
Lyricist：Sigidi Bashir Abdullah, Harold Clayton, Jarvis E Cooper, James Samuel Iii Harris, Alicia Renee Knott, Terry Steven Lewis, Mark Skeete, James Wright
Yeah, come on
Blame God, blame God
That's right, come on
Blame God, blame God
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Yeah, come on
Blame God, blame God
Sound the alarm 'cause I'm dropping the bomb
B.B. Jay's like the fine Don Corleone
Off guard, know I caught all y'all, didn't I?
[Unverified], fat track, took you like a drug
Rotate the love, I'm about to rule in a minute
Graves are dug, all you gotta do is lay in it
Profile of a thug is the worse like a curse
You doomed, you're done, room enough for one
Gotta pray, mad prayer-haters jealous today
It's gonna take more than that for you to hinder my pray
Jesus, give Him the praise for the great things He has done
None can stop, we as one
Gospel bad boy rule like [unverified]
Open ya eyes and recognize who I am, son
'Cause of Christ I'm jiggy laced in ice
Roll tighter than the vice like a five for life
Don't be mad 'cause I'm fat like that
Don't be mad 'cause I'm blessed like that
Don't be mad 'cause yo' style is whack
(Blame God)
Who da' blame?
(Blame God)
Don't be mad 'cause I'm fat like that
Don't be mad 'cause I'm blessed like that
Don't be mad 'cause yo' style is whack
(Blame God)
Who da' blame?
(Blame God)
I'm not your average mediocre joker, trying to be hard
Or be God, just a brotha tryin' to live the dream y'all
Recall the work and the sweat, love and the debt
Tears through the years and all my family and peers who got wet
Regret, a lot of things, never sweat, a lot of things
Understand, be the man cost of a lotta things
Diamond rings, Cuban linkas, shouldn't intreg us
It's a fact, crack kills, real, we need Jesus
How you feel, peel a hundred bil' of ya knot
Head, so hungry you can hear their stomach growl
Down the block, on the real money
A little money never make you hot
Just like you can get money, money, you can get got
Believe dat, easy like a nine to ya mind
On a breezy night nobody there to shine but the street light
Be like on the neutral side, representin' Christ
You know the one who crucified, top of chains baby
Don't be mad 'cause I'm fat like that
Don't be mad 'cause I'm blessed like that
Don't be mad 'cause yo' style is whack
(Blame God)
Who da' blame?
(Blame God)
Don't be mad 'cause I'm fat like that
Don't be mad 'cause I'm blessed like that
Don't be mad 'cause yo' style is whack
(Blame God)
Who da' blame?
(Blame God)
When you see me flossin', whippin' somethin' awesome
Don't be mad at fat dad 'cause you walkin'
When you had a job shoulda paid yo' time
But nah, you was too busy clockin' mine
Now I shine like the stratus, jokers mad at us
My whole team get more cream than bank bandits
G O S P E L, I'm preachin' that
Land Cruiser fully loaded, I'm peepin' that
Credit forget, co-signer never dat
I want it daddy, cash to carry gimme that
Twenty years po' black, now I'm phat
Non-believers where they at, I shut that trap
Heart attack, B.B. Jay got mad flavors
'Cause of Jesus, we just stackin' paper
By the truckloads, on silk sheets I dose
Like the president
Order what you want, I own the restaurant
The capital G O D be the glory
Uh, universal concussion, end of story
Don't be mad 'cause I'm fat like that
Don't be mad 'cause I'm blessed like that
Don't be mad 'cause yo' style is whack
(Blame God)
Who da' blame?
(Blame God)
Don't be mad 'cause I'm fat like that
Don't be mad 'cause I'm blessed like that
Don't be mad 'cause yo' style is whack
(Blame God)
Who da' blame?
(Blame God)
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