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Wrong Songtext
Same same glock′s aye
Maybach with no top aye
Ridin' in the wrong lane
I got pandu′s on my tail huh
20 thousand all black
Fuckin on his mom
Jeera soda sipping strong drank
No more tummy hurtin' now yeah
I'm going way-
I′m going way-
I′m going way too crazy in this bitch
Clutching choppa's not on ranges at your crib aye
Used to try and bag this shawty everyday
But I′m way too fucking rich to chase a bitch
Like I got same same glock's aye
Maybach with no top aye
Ridin′ in the wrong lane
I got pandu's on my tail huh
20 thousand all black
Fuckin on his mom aye
Jeera soda sipping strong drank
No more tummy hurtin′ now
Yeah, huh
She don't wanna talk to me now
I don't really give a fuck cause
You′ve been like a rock to me
Fuck up with this pop shit
Why′d you do me wrong?
Why the fuck you ain't give me top?
Though I′m still ready for that top
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get up out the bed I'm on my grind
Everyday this bitch she on my mind
Pull off in that trackianna
Momma called me why am I posting at this time?
Getting all this paper off my rhymes
She want brand new hermes link? alright
I don′t write no more I spit it out my mind
How much bands does my fit cost?
I told that bitch its 8
Man this bitch done ate my dick tellin' me her face hurt
You don′t even wanna touch this choppa you wont wake up
Man these pussies keep on talking
They don't know bout what my waist tuck
I was fuckin on this bitch and she was way too fuckin caked up, aye
Man I got a stay away from fakes huh
Shawty said I'm hitting way too hard feel like a laced perc
Fl fucking up my backup
It′s like I ain′t even Sad huh
You know what?
I don't even want that project back
Already knew that shit was whack huh
I′m going way-
I'm going way-
I′m going way too crazy in this bitch
Clutching choppa's not on ranges at your crib aye
Used to try and bag this shawty everyday
But I′m way too fucking rich to chase a bitch
Like I got same same glock's aye
Maybach with no top aye
Ridin' in the wrong lane
I got pandu′s on my tail huh
20 thousand all black
Fuckin on his mom aye
Jeera soda sipping strong drank
No more tummy hurtin′ now
Yeah, Huh
She don't wanna talk to me now
I don′t really give a fuck cause
You've been like a rock to me
Fuck up with this pop shit
Why′d you do me wrong?
Why the fuck you ain't give me top?
Though I′m still ready for that top
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Maybach with no top aye
Ridin' in the wrong lane
I got pandu′s on my tail huh
20 thousand all black
Fuckin on his mom
Jeera soda sipping strong drank
No more tummy hurtin' now yeah
I'm going way-
I′m going way-
I′m going way too crazy in this bitch
Clutching choppa's not on ranges at your crib aye
Used to try and bag this shawty everyday
But I′m way too fucking rich to chase a bitch
Like I got same same glock's aye
Maybach with no top aye
Ridin′ in the wrong lane
I got pandu's on my tail huh
20 thousand all black
Fuckin on his mom aye
Jeera soda sipping strong drank
No more tummy hurtin′ now
Yeah, huh
She don't wanna talk to me now
I don't really give a fuck cause
You′ve been like a rock to me
Fuck up with this pop shit
Why′d you do me wrong?
Why the fuck you ain't give me top?
Though I′m still ready for that top
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get up out the bed I'm on my grind
Everyday this bitch she on my mind
Pull off in that trackianna
Momma called me why am I posting at this time?
Getting all this paper off my rhymes
She want brand new hermes link? alright
I don′t write no more I spit it out my mind
How much bands does my fit cost?
I told that bitch its 8
Man this bitch done ate my dick tellin' me her face hurt
You don′t even wanna touch this choppa you wont wake up
Man these pussies keep on talking
They don't know bout what my waist tuck
I was fuckin on this bitch and she was way too fuckin caked up, aye
Man I got a stay away from fakes huh
Shawty said I'm hitting way too hard feel like a laced perc
Fl fucking up my backup
It′s like I ain′t even Sad huh
You know what?
I don't even want that project back
Already knew that shit was whack huh
I′m going way-
I'm going way-
I′m going way too crazy in this bitch
Clutching choppa's not on ranges at your crib aye
Used to try and bag this shawty everyday
But I′m way too fucking rich to chase a bitch
Like I got same same glock's aye
Maybach with no top aye
Ridin' in the wrong lane
I got pandu′s on my tail huh
20 thousand all black
Fuckin on his mom aye
Jeera soda sipping strong drank
No more tummy hurtin′ now
Yeah, Huh
She don't wanna talk to me now
I don′t really give a fuck cause
You've been like a rock to me
Fuck up with this pop shit
Why′d you do me wrong?
Why the fuck you ain't give me top?
Though I′m still ready for that top
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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