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BlameItt Video (MV)




Performed By: Prettyboy Col
Length: 2:15
Written by: Collin McMinn




Prettyboy Col - BlameItt Lyrics




Claim they awake but they really asleep
I bagged your bitch and she made me skeet
Bust down so hard i fell asleep
Hoes on my dick and they wanting me
Don't even need em tho
Just need me a cowgirl yo
Gucci bag it aint nothin no
Splittin a gar, fill it with dope
Think you showing off but yo money aint tall
I'm in the sky counting benjis hope i don't fall
Team on the court like the celtics, yeah we ball
Pass the bat to the cubs thats where my hitters are

If you got pounds on you, blame it on me
If you getting too lit, come home with me
We can take a break and puff some of the trees
If something wrong, you can blame it on me

Blame it on me
Blame it on me
You can blame it on me baby
Yeah you
Blame it on me
Blame it on me
You can blame it on me baby
Yeah you

Now she takin pills and popping seals
Never took that till i felt that feel
Skin feeling fuzzy i think it got too real
Gotta hit the dash before she take the wheel
Sent a text to the homie we bout slide
Skirting on the road at about 89
Feds right behind with the red lights
She in the passenger looking real fine
Giving me top, had to f*cking bounce
Couple more hits of that loud
Hit the highway, left downtown
4 more cops now they swarming around

If you got pounds on you, blame it on me
If you getting too lit, come home with me
We can take a break and puff some of the trees
If something wrong, you can blame it on me

Blame it on me
Blame it on me
You can blame it on me baby
Yeah you
Blame it on me
Blame it on me
You can blame it on me baby
Yeah you
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Claim they awake but they really asleep
I bagged your bitch and she made me skeet
Bust down so hard i fell asleep
Hoes on my dick and they wanting me
Don't even need em tho
Just need me a cowgirl yo
Gucci bag it aint nothin no
Splittin a gar, fill it with dope
Think you showing off but yo money aint tall
I'm in the sky counting benjis hope i don't fall
Team on the court like the celtics, yeah we ball
Pass the bat to the cubs thats where my hitters are

If you got pounds on you, blame it on me
If you getting too lit, come home with me
We can take a break and puff some of the trees
If something wrong, you can blame it on me

Blame it on me
Blame it on me
You can blame it on me baby
Yeah you
Blame it on me
Blame it on me
You can blame it on me baby
Yeah you

Now she takin pills and popping seals
Never took that till i felt that feel
Skin feeling fuzzy i think it got too real
Gotta hit the dash before she take the wheel
Sent a text to the homie we bout slide
Skirting on the road at about 89
Feds right behind with the red lights
She in the passenger looking real fine
Giving me top, had to f*cking bounce
Couple more hits of that loud
Hit the highway, left downtown
4 more cops now they swarming around

If you got pounds on you, blame it on me
If you getting too lit, come home with me
We can take a break and puff some of the trees
If something wrong, you can blame it on me

Blame it on me
Blame it on me
You can blame it on me baby
Yeah you
Blame it on me
Blame it on me
You can blame it on me baby
Yeah you
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Writer: Collin McMinn
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