All Your Fault (feat. Kanye West)

Big Sean

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    Yeah, you know we good
    You talkin' about this shit but whatever
    We can go back and forth all day
    (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!)

    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 thats 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
    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

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    Oh boy, I'm mad until these
    Records gettin' shattered
    Til 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 you
    You can 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)

    Ho you gotta move quick
    (World in my hands, I ain't gotta loose grip
    I don't like loose pussy or loose lips)
    And I done did the impossible a few times, tom cruise shit
    Ho and I ain't satisfied bein' on that top 5 list
    (I ain't satisfied until I'm on that all-time list)
    Til everything I spit is all timeless
    (My girl on that all fine list)
    My life a little luck, a lot of grind

    Bitch no maybe ho I gotta make it
    (Fuck your nomination man fuck the world)
    I'm repopulatin', wrap my rollie
    Round my waist yeah time's a waistin'
    (Niggas want the comma, comma combination)
    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
    (People ask me how I done make it)
    I'm just like "man if you want the crown
    Bitch you gotta take it"
    Straight up

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