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Asian Doll - Quit Blamin Lyrics

Uh-huh (Doll)
Groupie ass niggas (What else?)
Fan ass niggas (What else?)
Opp ass niggas (What the fuck else?)
Lame ass niggas (Niggas ain’t on shit but dick, grrah)

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga
Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga
Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga
Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga
Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga
Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga
Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga

Why you niggas wanna pipe up? Bitch, pipe down
Just because you fuckin' hard, nigga, don’t get wiped down
You blamin' bitches ‘cause them niggas seen yo’ lights out
How you switch up on yo' day one nigga for a bust-down?

I keep it P, you pushin' pussy, niggas fucked yo' hoe
And every time you do an interview my niggas scope
And every time you say my name I go and cop a bow
Wish a bitch would speak on Asian, turn ‘em hot for sure
Niggas bitches, when they start some shit they blame a bitch
We caught you pillow talkin' ‘bout yo’ mans right to a bitch
No 9 to 5, but I been working like I served a brick
Niggas turnt up bitches, they switch up and leave they block a ditch

I go state to state, got groupie niggas on my dick
I ain’t even fuckin' know you, but I took a pic
This nigga on live explainin' situations like a snitch
Yo’ bitch goin’ dick to dick, but you ain’t got a pot to piss

I can see it in his eyes, niggas like me
How you doin’ all that kiddin', but ain’t gettin' (Uh-uh)
Sayin' over a hunnid in my account, get me excited
Niggas pussy up in person, he be hidin' behind that shiesty

Go get back for all them niggas that you post
Same niggas talkin', same nigga I bought clothes
Same bitches sayin' I fuck what?, Bitch, you broke
If I’m a hoe, yo’ bitch a hoe, on my dick, that bitch a pro

I ain’t never been the type to be a bully
Murder what she wrote, I treat these niggas like some rookies
Glocky in my Birkin, I spent thirty up in Fendi
Can’t beat me and can’t join me
Bitches hatin', ain’t got it in me
You ain’t hit shit up on that drill, if you know you know
Quit all that talkin', show yo’ money, let’s go toe to toe
I really beat up bitches, wanna fight, go blow for blow
Catch your bitch, she at the store, knock her out like dominoes

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga
Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga
Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga
Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga

Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga
Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga
Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ beef, nigga
Quit blamin' bitches for yo’ wack ass beef, keep it street, nigga

If you scared just say that, but speak facts, bitch ass nigga
Grrah