B.b. Jay

Dont't be mad (Who Da'Blame)

B.b. Jay


Yeah, Come on 
Blame God, blame God 
Thats right, come on 
Blame God, blame God 
Yeah, come on 
Blame God, blame God 

[B.B. Jay] 
Sound the alarm 'cuz I'm dropping the bomb 
B.B. Jay's like the fine Don Corleon 
Off gaurd, know I caught all y'all, didn't I? 
???, 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 done, room enough for one 
Gotta pray, mad prayer-haters jealous today 
Its gonna take more than that for you to hinder my pray 
Je-sus, give 'em the praise for the great things he has done 
None can stop, we as one 
Gospel bad boy rule like ??? 
Open ya eyes and recognize who I am son 
'Cuz of Christ I'm jiggy laced in ice 
Roll tighter than the vice, like a five for life 

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Don't be mad 'cuz I'm fat like that 
Don't be mad 'cuz I'm blessed like that 
Don't be mad 'cuz yo' style is wack (Blame God) 
Who da' blame? (Blame God) 
Don't be mad 'cuz I'm fat like that 
Don't be mad 'cuz I'm blessed like that 
Don't be mad 'cuz yo' style is wack (Blame God) 
Who da' blame? (Blame God) 

[B.B. Jay] 
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 
Its 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 nuetral side, representin Christ 
You know the one who crucified, top of chains baby 

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[B.B. Jay] 
When you see me flossin, whippin somethin awesome 
Don't be mad at fat dad 'cuz 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 
'Cuz of Jeee-sus, 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 
Uhh, universal concussion, end of story 

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