Lyrics Did Me Wrong - A Boogie wit da Hoodie
I
wrote
this
song
for
the
last
bitch
that
did
me
wrong
I
can't
believe
your
turned
your
back
when
I
was
all
alone
The
feds
took
my
friends
from
me
and
I
was
on
my
own
They
gon'
try
to
take
our
swag,
but
they
could
never
clone
us
The
richest
in
my
family,
at
19,
I
grown
up
Niggas
call
for
me
and
I
don't
even
pick
my
phone
up
Don't
want
no
company
'cause
lately
ain't
been
feelin'
no
one
They
plan
on
slumpin'
me,
but
comfortably,
we
keep
it
on
us
I
think
of
Butta
every
single
time
that
I
perform
And
I
put
on
different
Saint
Laurent
for
my
cologne
It's
hard
to
tell
if
niggas
jealous
if
they
never
met
us
I
don't
know
if
I
should
take
a
picture
or
put
'em
on
a
stretcher
Headshot,
you
all
alone,
no
time
to
send
a
message
When
you
feel
it
in
your
bones
the
only
time
you
regret
it
Highbridge,
we
got
big
swag,
I
know
you
big
mad
Luckily
it
was
a
shit
bag
and
not
a
zip
bag
But
fuck
that
shit,
I
wrote
this
song
for
the-,
ha
I
wrote
this
song
for
the
last
bitch
that
did
me
wrong
Hate
that
I
met
her
even
though
I
know
she
knew
me
better
Everything
Biggavelli,
brand-new
Benz
coupes
Can't
even
blame
you
if
you
cross
me
'cause
I
sin
too
I
pray
to
God
for
all
this
money
that
I
ran
through
You
think
you
shinin'
in
the
light,
well,
bitch,
I
lamp
too
Get
a
'Mani,
catch
a
flight
right
to
Cancún
It
was
hard
to
ride
the
wave,
but
I
swam
through
On
a
PJ,
me
and
all
my
damn
goons
I'm
so
high,
I
feel
like
landin'
on
the
damn
moon
Baby,
we
ride,
goin'
back
to
back
in
Phantoms
I
don't
want
you
to
call
me
crazy,
baby,
call
me
Hussein
The
big
body
heavy,
it
needed
two
lanes
Two
frames,
Cartier
glasses,
I
see
right
through
things
One
thing
that
you
can
never
call
me
is
plain,
hey
Plain
Jane
Patek
Philippe,
it'll
cost
you
everything
A-B-double
O-G-I-E,
OD
Louis,
baby
Ooh,
she
crazy,
I'ma
be
DTB
'til
I'm
probably
80
Probably
cost
me
half
a
milli'
and
I
go
to
Saudi,
baby
I'm
leaving
on
a
jet
plane
and
I
don't
know
when
I'll
be
coming
back
here,
baby
It's
not
you,
it's
me,
I
started
moving
so
toxic
lately
Hoes
and
these
streets
got
me
so
cold-hearted
lately
Too
soon,
this
lifestyle
too
soon
And
lil'
mama
said
it
was
too
soon
to
get
that
two-tone
Cuban
link,
yellow
and
white
or
the
rose
gold
Got
you
them
precise
cut
diamonds,
they
get
a
ring
to
'em
And
I
got
Murder
Bravado
up
on
my
legs,
ooh
And
that
SF90
ain't
got
no
legroom
She
broke
my
heart
into
pieces
like
it
was
a
pencil
Quit
showin'
off
and
let
me
fuck
your
friend
soon
I
keep
a
tooly
on
my
waist
like
a
utensil
I
put
them
rocks
around
your
neck
just
like
a
flintstone
We
started
off
with
True
Religions
with
the
Balmain
Wanna
be
different,
I
say
Lanvin,
you
say
Lanvin
I
wrote
this
song
for
the
last
bitch
that
did
me
wrong
I
can't
believe
your
turned
your
back
when
I
was
all
alone
The
feds
took
my
friends
from
me
and
I
was
on
my
own
They
gon'
try
to
take
our
swag,
but
they
could
never
clone
us
The
richest
in
my
family,
at
19,
I
grown
up
Niggas
call
for
me
and
I
don't
even
pick
my
phone
up
Don't
want
no
company
'cause
lately
ain't
been
feelin'
no
one
They
plan
on
slumpin'
me,
but
comfortably,
we
keep
it
on
us
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