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Yall Dead Wrong - текст песни



Y'all Dead Wrong


[Verse 1]


Amil outlaw fly indeed


Got every chic's man eyeing me


Think you could crush this try and see


Its the major coin i-n-c


And am too hot to just be warm


I start fire alarms from dusk to dawn


Catch me with the diamond clusters on


And Gucci feathered sandals with the mustard thong


Model Mommy


The body like a cola bottle mommy


Mulatto up in the galoino mommy


One in a Amiliyon killin' em


Might have to change my name to billioyn


Voice so ill you'll wanna speak my shit


Joints so hot you'll wanna leak my shit


Plus haters sneak peek my shit


But still I be the only one to freak this shit




[Chorus]


Y'all dead wrong


If you think you fuckin' wit this


And you'll know


That y'all got nothing on this


Y'all want that


or you want something like this


Those who hate


Yeah y'all just fronting on this




[Verse 2]


Why chicks don't wanna rap on the same song (Texts of songs ) as me


You need a verse ma, its on me


See all this publishing belong to me


Just imagine how the second album gonna be


Non-stop party hopping


Roc roc rocs and keep on rocking


Everything I spit be popping


Anything Amiliyon want she copping


(Whoop Whoop) Ain't nothing change


And I play more ballers then them rucker games


Light gray studs, ring, watch, plus the chain


Will I ever be broke what's my name?


Have you ever seen a chick like this?


Ever heard one spit like this?


I dead 'em all put my word on that


All money is legal and I murder tracks




[Chorus]




[Verse 3]


Cute as a button


Can't tell this bitch nothin'


Ghetto fab whole click bubbling


Diana Ross the boss of the rock


Shit you know me I got to floss at the spot


Wit a dime as nigga who be tossing k Nots


Every bitch hating cuz I'm scalding hot


It can't be because I got begets on


Cause niggas love this bitch even with seats on


I'm the A-m-i-l-liyon


Strictly be on that shit major coins be on


I got joints making competition wanna drop dead


I got joints making you bop your head


I got joints that will have your eyes blood shot red


Fuck the doe I want my props instead


Stay real with it


Might pack stell wit it


You can hate but you still gotta deal wit it




[Chorus x3]



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