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I Did Em Wrong - текст песни



I Did 'Em Wrong


Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe


Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe


Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe








If you a killer motherfucker, bring your anna to my door


Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows


If you riding with someone you know and they turn up this song (Texts of songs )


you riding with a motherfucker that think I did 'em wrong.








consequences come to those who chose to fuck with lil wyte


not always physical sometimes mental and emotional right


I'll outsmart you in a fight and come back harder on the mic


theres an inner spiritual demon that possess me to write


now that I made all these moves


my music causing some havoc


this shit is pick me up so wat in the fuck did you expect god dammit?


as long as the beat keep on rollin, my pockets gonna get swollen


I know they hate me, they let me know the first time that I told 'em


I got a mind and it's focused


you got some serious issues


I got family friends, and fans and you ain't got no one to miss you


I bet you'll life gettin hard


you lived your life in a yard


Im for real I know theres something when you sold both of your cars


you mad at me cause I made it, I'm only havin some fun


see me on mtv yelling out who gives a fuck where you from


you might be tough with your gun but look for fun in saddham


doubt me now ?? I told you wyte was gon drop bombs....














yeah it's time to speed on up, we finna go into another motherfucker


galaxy nigga, bass check #2, BEEATCH








wake up bitch reality creepin around the corner


you so fucked up you couldnt be an organ donor


when I see you, I'm knockin yo head up off of your shoulders


you gon be like ah shit when you feel


these tiny boulders


you fuckin with the wrong one


the HCP cracker main, slap you man, stab you man


even quick to crack your brain


I ain't got no time for hatin faggots on the grind


keep on passin by cause I got something


you'll never fuckin find


this the realest of the real


hope you feelin it and if you dont


extend your arm and grab your remote


and turn down your radio


meanwhile, I'm gon give it raw


and write it as nasty as this shit can be


Its easy when you rappin over the hardest motherfuckin beats


I am not braggin, and I'm not big headed, nor am I conceded


but I'm proud of myself and the way I supposedly succeeded


you wanna bring it to my door


or be a bitch and catch me slippin


either way it goes this unit I'm grippin's gonna get you, pimpin



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