B.B. Jay Don't Be Mad (Who Da Blame) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie. Posłuchaj MP3 i obejrzyj teledysk z Youtube oraz sprawdź chwyty.

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Yeah, come on

Blame God, blame God

That's right, come on


Blame God, blame God

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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