Текст песни Dead Wrong - MarcoMoney , 2000Baby

They like nigga you ain't living right
I know I'm dead wrong

He got long live
All up in his bio
But they dead and gone

I swear I love my bitch wit all my heart
But we don't Get along

I heard you let them Niggas do you bad
No you can't get a song

You know I got that pistol on my side
I hope yo Head on

We aiming for yo shoulders and above
Like Why that vest on

I remember fuckin bitches in the mall
Was In the restroom

Summer time
Was gettin kinda hot
Like take the dress off

In a fight
You the type to WWE a nigga

Rip him up when I see em
We gon R.I.P. a nigga

Wit this Glock
I'm like a single mom
No ion need a Nigga

He Claim outside is where he B
But Ion never C the nigga

They like how he know the demons
Nigga I Be tweaking wit em

Oh you know keisha and her friend
Yeah me and T was freakin with em

Oh that's yo blood brother
We gon make sure
That you bleeding wit em

My nigga Always keep a Kim K
Got me thinkin yeezy with em

My other brother keep a drake
Like cash money weezy wit em

You see him Everytime
And nothing happen
How you beefing wit em

Everybody gotta eat
Naw Ion fuck wit greedy niggas

In the club I'm only there to rap my song
No Ion speak to niggas

Had to skip a extra line to let you know
That Ion Talk to niggas

I can skip run or even jog
But I'll walk on niggas

Ima Treat them people like a plan
Cause I'll plot on niggas

I Be tryna show my soft side
But I'll Dog them bitches

Fuck around and pass her to my next mans
Ion hog my bitches

She the same as every bitch I had before
But the top was different

Like cash Kidd
I got sucked for 10 minutes
And my socks was missing

They like nigga you ain't living right
I know I'm dead wrong

He got long live
All up in his bio
But they dead and gone

I swear I love my bitch wit all my heart
But we don't Get along

I heard you let them Niggas do you bad
No you can't get a song

You know I got that pistol on my side
I hope yo Head on

We aiming for yo shoulders and above
Like Why that vest on

I remember fuckin bitches in the mall
Was In the restroom

Summer time
Was gettin kinda hot
Like take the dress off

In a fight
You the type to WWE a nigga

Rip him up when I see em
We gon R.I.P. a nigga

Wit this Glock
I'm like a single mom
No ion need a Nigga

He Claim outside is where he B
But Ion never C the nigga

Bitch i got a FN
I ain't finna do no wrestling
Fuck 12, i won't even let my kid watch Peppa Pig
We got extensions on the blick
We tryna aim it at your wig
I can't put no cuffs on a bitch
I'll let her choose and let her pick
Niggas really rats, niggas Mick
Let off 7 shots out the desert eagle Mike Vick
I was taught you better shoot yo shot until you hear it click
And if it's wack you gotta make that pass
Cause we don't want no bricks
(Uh, aye)
All i gotta do is give lil brody high five he gon get em hit
Out west im tryna get back to the crib but i can't take the bridge
No vest, for all that capping on the net they tryna take yo lid
Ion even wanna fuck but you can taste my kids
Ima have to finish em, they play me like a punk
I'm tryna see a M
Keep a steel, and the pounds still around
But this ain't no gym
Baby K on my side when i ride like i hang with Kim