paroles de chanson Whats Wrong with Me!? - Apex 3400

Yeah, it's a whole lot of drugs
Came in with the sack (Sack)
Bitch, I came in with the pack (Pack)
Slap that hoe out with them racks (Racks)
Yeah, it's a whole lot of drugs
I hit from the back
She love me she love 34
But no, I can not get attached

What is wrong with me, yeah
What is wrong with me, yeah
Pick up the phone with me, yeah
Blow on the strong with me, yeah
What is wrong with me, yeah
What is wrong with me, yeah
Pick up the phone for me, yeah
Blow on this strong with me, yeah
What's is wrong with me, yeah

I did this shit by myself
I did this shit with no plan
Dior, my kicks, these ain't vans
Slap that hoe out with them bands
I did this shit with no help
Lil' nigga just do what you can
You gone fold up in that jam
They rat when the shit hit the fan

I pull my wrist out the...
I pull my wrist out the pan
Bitch I'm fly like Peter Pan
I keep a stick, Dirty Dan
I'm off a whole lot of drugs
I get too high I can't stand
She want a whole lot of love
Baby girl, I'm not your man
What is wrong with you bitch?
I know what you want, I can't go home with you, bitch
I'm off the perc, xan, lean, too high so I can't hear you, bitch
VVs diamonds, they're shining, she love all this ice on my wrist
I don't want break your heart girl, but you know I'm gone fuck you then dip

Yeah, it's a whole lot of drugs
Came in with the sack (Sack)
Bitch, I came in with the pack (Pack)
Slap that hoe out with them racks (Racks)
Yeah, it's a whole lot of drugs
I hit from the back
She love me she love 34
But no, I can not get attached

What is wrong with me, yeah
What is wrong with me, yeah
Pick up the phone with me, yeah
Blow on the strong with me, yeah
What is wrong with me, yeah
What is wrong with me, yeah
Pick up the phone for me, yeah
Blow on this strong with me, yeah
What's is wrong with me, yeah

I can not change on my crew, I ain't switching up
Why would I stress 'bout you bitch? I got bigger stuff
I flash them racks in her face, 'til she give it up
I'm gone go deep, fuck her slow, 'til I fill her up
Tried talking to God, it feel like he ain't picking up
Yeah, I got them racks in, babygirl I can't get enough, get enough
I tried to put the Glock in the phany pack but it can't fit in there
When she throw it back, I say "get in there"
I love this lifestyle, I can't get enough
When I hit from the back, I'm gone pull her hair
Can you ride to the top? I'm gone meet you there
I'm gone beat 'til I buss, she gone beat me there
If I give you my love, gotta be for real
I've been drinking so long, I can't even feel

What is wrong with me, yeah
What is wrong with me, yeah
Pick up the phone with me, yeah
Blow on the strong with me, yeah
What is wrong with me, yeah
What is wrong with me, yeah
Pick up the phone for me, yeah
Blow on this strong with me, yeah
What's is wrong with me, yeah

I did this shit by myself
I did this shit with no plan
Dior, my kicks, these ain't vans
Slap that hoe out with them bands
I did this shit with no help
Lil' nigga just do what you can
You gone fold up in that jam,
They rat when the shit hit the fan

Yeah, it's a whole lot of drugs
Came in with the sack (Sack)
Bitch, I came in with the pack (Pack)
Slap that hoe out with them racks (Racks)
Yeah, it's a whole lot of drugs
I hit from the back
She love me she love 34
But no, I can not get attached

What is wrong with me, yeah