Представляем точный текст композиции "Dont Be Mad (who Da Blame)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста BB Jay . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Dont Be Mad (who Da Blame)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую BB Jay передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
BB Jay - "Dont Be Mad (who Da Blame)"
Lyrics to Dont Be Mad (who Da Blame) : 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 Im dropping the bomb B.B. Jays like the fine Don Corleon Off gaurd, know I caught all yall, didnt I' ''', fat track, took you like a drug Rotate the love, Im 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 Im jiggy laced in ice Roll tighter than the vice, like a five for life Hook: B.B. Jay Dont be mad cuz Im fat like that Dont be mad cuz Im blessed like that Dont be mad cuz yo style is wack (Blame God) Who da blame' (Blame God) Dont be mad cuz Im fat like that Dont be mad cuz Im blessed like that Dont be mad cuz yo style is wack (Blame God) Who da blame' (Blame God) [B.B. Jay] Im not your average mediocre joker trying to be hard Or be God, just a brotha tryin to live the dream yall 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, shouldnt 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 Hook [B.B. Jay] When you see me flossin, whippin somethin awesome Dont 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 Im preachin that Land Cruiser fully loaded, Im peepin that Credit forget, co-signer never dat I want it daddy, cash to carry gimme that Twenty years po black, now Im 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 Hook [ Dont Be Mad (who Da Blame) Lyrics ]
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