I'm wrong but you ain't right You ain't right You, you, you, you ain't right You ain't right Right You ain't, you ain't, you ain't right You ain't,
i'm wrong but you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht You you you you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht Right You aint you aint you aint Right You aint you
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You could say i'm wrong but you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht You you you you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht Right You aint you aint you aint Right You
vein You try to scream, you choke You try to run, your legs are broke You're bulletproof I hope.. Yo, I ain't no nigga to flex, but I will flip Fuck up
wealth But I kick it to you hard and real One wrong move, and you caps peeled I ain't no super hero, I ain't no Marvel Comic But when it comes to game
the door cause I'm mad like fuck And I'm pissed off and like get your ass and stick you up I'm broke, ain't nuttin funny I need money No hold barred and
weed You can search me all you want to, but you won't find no cheese And I ain't finna snitch, cause I don't know a thang Don't ask me shit bout Steve
I'm on my own, no hoes, no ends I been smillin' but I can't innovate I feel that hurt but I can't explain it I have been around with a player or two and
You see I'm tryin to get the punani but you just wanna rock me ah eh eh ah eh eh You see I'm tryin to get the punani but you just wanna rock me oooh
begin I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on If it ain't trickin' cuz you got it What you trippin' on? See, I'm a spoiled chick You frontin
but don't know what you in Had a million, now you ain't got two cents You can't say nothin', now what I don't hear you talkin' all that loud stuff If
I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue
own son don't know me Sittin' up in the hotel room lonley But I thank god I'm wit my homies But sometimes I wish I was back home But only no radio or
own son don't know me I'm chillin' in a hotel room, lonely But I thank God I'm with my homies But sometimes I wish I was back home But only no radio
