What They Do by Connie Diiamond
What They Do by Connie Diiamond

What They Do

Connie Diiamond * Track #7 On Underdog Szn

What They Do Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
It ain't my fault
(Oh, Lord!)
Hey, look, hey

[Verse 1]
Heads, shoulders, knees, toes
Cash, money, bags, clothes
Niggas wanna bag hoes
Realest bitch, I never fold

[Chorus]
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault you bitches broke
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault these bitches broke
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault you want the smoke
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault you bitches broke

[Verse 2]
I'm in the Maybach, it's a Benz, huh?
She come and told me as a woman
I was just fuckin' all on her mans, huh?
I told her we was just friends, huh?
Said she ain't want no status
She was just holdin' that nigga for ransome
Said she a star, she handsome
Might let her eat the box
Thinkin' she runnin' shit with hеr pants, huh?
I'm spendin' all o' these bands, huh?
I got diamonds on my nеck
And all on my wrist, look how they dance, huh?

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, he on that big dick energy
Ayy, I'm on that "Nigga, can you handle me?"
Ayy, I'm on Petrone and some Hennesy
I told him, "You don't want yo bitch to be my enemy"
What they do? They be talkin' like they big shit, ayy
What they do? They be talkin' like they lit-lit, ayy
What they do? They be talkin' money, counterfeit, ayy
What they do? I ain't mad but I'll slap a bitch, ayy
What they do?

[Chorus]
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault you bitches broke
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault these bitches broke
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault you want the smoke
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault you bitches broke

[Verse 3]
Look, I'm like a blessin', I be givin' niggas hope
These niggas worship me, I'm feelin' like the Pope
Ayy, he tried to lock me down, I took him as a joke
Like, that ass is mine and I ain't talkin' 'bout the soap
Ayy, he got that girl, I wish he would
He put that pecker on me good
I'm like, "Ol' girl misunderstood"
I want him liftin' up my hood
He got me cummin' like I should
I want a [?] we'll call him Suge
I'll sign to Def Row for that wood, ugh

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, he on that big dick energy
Ayy, I'm on that "Nigga, can you handle me?"
Ayy, I'm on Petrone and some Hennesy
I told him, "You don't want yo bitch to be my enemy"
What they do? They be talkin' like they big shit, ayy
What they do? They be talkin' like they lit-lit, ayy
What they do? They be talkin' money, counterfeit, ayy
What they do? I ain't mad but I'll slap a bitch, ayy
What they do?

[Chorus]
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault you bitches broke
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault these bitches broke
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault you want the smoke
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault you bitches broke

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