J. White, I need a beat I can go off on

Trouble:
It ain’t my fault these bitches mad, ooh (It ain’t my fault, ooh)
It ain’t my fault the wood can’t go (It ain’t my fault, yes)
Get out your feelin’, get a bag ho (It ain’t my fault, yeah)
Walked in Givenchy clean as hell ho (It ain’t my fault)
I bought the Bentley just to shit on all these bitches (It ain’t my fault)
I bought the Wraith just to give it to my nigga (It ain’t my fault)
I came from nothin’, finally made it to the milli (It ain’t my fault, yeah, T)
Stackin’ the racks up to the ceilin’, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (It ain’t my—)

It ain’t my fault your ho won’t fuck ’round with a real one, yuh, yuh (She want a real one)
Now she hate lame, she drive me out, she know the difference, yuh, yuh (Know a real nigga)
My boy Lil’ Jonny pass it ’round, I’m Scottie Pippen, yuh, yuh
No MTV but she wan’ see just how I’m livin’, yuh, yuh
Nigga, mind yo’ business, yuh, won’t tell you who I’m hittin’ (Tell you ’bout who I’m), yuh, yuh
Just had a son, yuh, but the other one on her titty (But my other one)
Two-step like Diddy (Diddy), yuh, got a project bitch, saddity (So saddity), yuh, yuh
She know I get it, yuh, get about with Hello Kitty
I murder ?
coast, so death to snitches (Death to snitches)
She came wit’ it so I kept the digits (Kept the line)
Yo’ relationship, we got one, told y’all dig it (That sucks)
?, see I murdered your broad, it ain’t no limit (Ha)

It ain’t my fault these bitches mad, ooh (It ain’t my fault, ooh)
It ain’t my fault the wood can’t go (It ain’t my fault, yes)
Get out your feelin’, get a bag ho (It ain’t my fault, yeah)
Walked in Givenchy clean as hell ho (It ain’t my fault)
I bought the Bentley just to shit on all these bitches (It ain’t my fault)
I bought the Wraith just to give it to my nigga (It ain’t my fault)
I came from nothin’, finally made it to the milli (It ain’t my fault, yeah, T)
Stackin’ the racks up to the ceilin’

Boosie Badazz:
It ain’t my muthafuckin’ fault that my wrist talk
Even in the pitch dark, so bad mood
It ain’t my fault that I stick talk
Niggas mad I’m on, but I get my hustle off the click, ho!
Blame it on the blues why I’m always in a bitch mode
Bentley truck, what the fuck? It ain’t my fault
I’m a street nigga, these niggas be tellin’ my name
And sourin’ my game, been talkin’ to a bitch who I fucked on the first night (Nigga, it ain’t my fault)
Get yo’ money, it ain’t right nigga (It ain’t my fault)
You ain’t smoke how we smoke, nigga (It ain’t my fault)
You don’t drank how we drank, nigga (It ain’t my fault)
You ain’t real like we real, nigga! it ain’t my fault!
You don’t kill like we kill, nigga, it ain’t my fault

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