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What's Wrong

 

What's Wrong

(album: Dum And Dummer - 2019)


Ay, what the fuck is wrong with these niggas? Uh
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song with these niggas, uh
Bitch, the street for real, I keep that chrome on me, nigga
Yeah, this industry ain't none but full of phony lil' niggas

No lie, every nigga 'round me, yeah, they gon' fire
Don't try, FN five-seven ripping your spine
Homicide, ain't nobody see shit but them bullets fly
Bullets fly, I'ma drop a body before I drop a dime
No time for these maggot bitches that play both sides
No diamonds in my plain Jane, my wrist a gold mine
Bitch I drip-drip, I need a wet floor sign
Bitch I cash out every time, don't need a co-sign
Motherfuck that, I got hella racks
Bitch, back-back, watch these niggas saving hoes
They need to save up some racks
I might work a ho, 'cause, yeah, you know I'm a mack
Pull up, Eldorado 'Lac
Turnt to the max
Never been a punk nigga, always kept a strap
I'm fastest for his gun, young nigga running up that check
Yeah, I'll take him out, bitch, I'll strike you out, who next at bat?
Huh? He say he fucking with me

Ay, what the fuck is wrong with these niggas? Uh
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song with these niggas, uh
Bitch, the street for real, I keep that chrome on me, nigga
Yeah, this industry ain't none but full of phony lil' niggas

My wrist a gold mine, ohh
A gold mine

Yeah, it's a fire in the booth
This young nigga the truth
I'm smoking on forbidden fruit
And it smell, just like a poot
I'm a lion in the coupe
Have you seen a lion shoot?
Get out of line than I do
(Fire, fire, fire) who are you, nigga??

The fuck is wrong with these niggas? Uh
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song with these niggas, uh
Bitch, the street for real, I keep that chrome on me, nigga
Yeah, this industry ain't none but full of phony lil' niggas

The fuck is wrong with these niggas? Uh
Is wrong with these niggas
Is wrong with these niggas
The fuck is wrong with these niggas? Uh
Is wrong with these niggas
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song with these niggas, nah

done

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