Whose Fault Songtext
von WESTSIDE BOOGIE

I will tear this whole fucking house down
I′m bettin' you won′t do shit
Oh, really? Try me. Try me!
Yeah
Come on, try me!
Fuck out my face!
Try me, bitch!
Then come on and try me!
Get out my fuckin' face, move!
What you gonna do?
Come on, don't stop here
No, I′m tired of you
Go head, go
Go head, stop
Yeah, whatever
I have had enough!
Shut the fuck up!


Yo, yo
Uh
Don′t put your hands on me, uh
Fuck out my phone
I already told you she my damn homie, uh
You know the buttons still hurtin'
And then you gon′ stand on em', uh
And have the nerve to say
You′ll call another man on me, whoa
I was aware of your hurt
But I didn't know what your vengeance like
How the role of the killer
Switch to the role of the victim?
Like why the fuck you keep yellin′
"We can't afford no eviction"? Uh
On my momma, you trippin' bitch
Don′t be bringin′ my kid in this
She say, "Nigga you ain't shit
Shoulda left you where you stand
Shoulda never let you hit
I shoulda chose up on your friend
Wish your daddy was around
And taught you how to be a man
′Cause you a, motherfuckin'
Coward, nigga, let go of my hand
I swear I hate you, I hate how
You think you dumb poppin′
Nigga, fuck Compton
Act like you don't see your son watchin′, uh
I'm done watchin' you fuck him up
Keep it pushin′, go do you
Like he don′t copy your movements
And he ain't lookin′ up to you that shit is boo-boo, I hate it
Know it's actually kinda crazy how
You fucked your homegirl and then
Actually tried to blame me, like
No, I′m laughin' because I′m angry
You salty 'cause I been dating don't ask me
To see your baby, fuckin′ pussy"

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Look bro, I don′t know what you been on
But this is the example you want to set for your son?
Like dude, get it together
I need some me time
Your son got practice on Friday and a game on Saturday
I need you to pick him up after school
Get out your feelings


We in darkness, but we addicted to it
You say my son got a game and
I need to get him to it, uh
Though I miss him, I say
"Shit, no I ain't finna do it"
′Cause I'm too pissed, I say
"No, bitch, go tell your nigga do it", uh
Another stereotype that I couldn′t prove wrong
Cool with doin' me
But just not tryna let you move on, uh
The rude tone was too strong, shit
You know I just can′t back down
Know you got me fucked- nah
Who that nigga in your background?
I told you, bitch
Don't ever have no nigga 'round my baby
I′m forever gon′ be with it, bitch
Don't ever try and play me
She like, "Boy you fake crazy
I bet you wish you cared then, huh?"
Then, "I bet you wish that you was there then, huh?"
I seen the truth when I was buried in my shame
We already share the pain
How ′bout we finally share the blame?
You was bitter out my bones
And take the hatred out my veins, uh
Don't look for change, be the change, that′s it