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jay critch - wrong person lyrics

[intro]
hood fave (ronron, do that sh+t), ayy

[chorus]
i get this money sh+t on purpose
his pockets hurtin’, he’s mad at the wrong person (wrong person)
baddie and she rock dior purses (baddie)
beam on the glock so i won’t hit the wrong person (clap)
they don’t put no fear in my heart (fear in my heart)
i’ma go run it up ’til my sh+t stop workin’ (’til it stop)
when i wasn’t on wave, i was not surfin’
runnin’ down, tryna see what you got, boy (yeah)
my bro sellin’ food like top boy (top boy)
i got tools in the chest, but they not toys (but they not toys)
n+ggas ain’t havin’ motion, they in park (in park)
all that lil’ sh+t you makin’ is not noise (no)
put the silencer on it, it got noise
spent some time with your b+tch, then i got goin’ (go)
and i’m quick to go swing, but i’m not floyd (swing)
if it really comе to it, got shots for ’em (boom)
[verse]
where i’m from, it was cold whеn it got warm (it got warm)
ran up a bag, need a lot more (a lot)
fumbled the racks you dropped off (dropped off)
then you start thinkin’ it’s my fault (d+mn)
diamonds they swing, you get popped on (ice)
she give me top, she get lockjaw (hey)
she said hood favorite her top four (hood fave)
she get h+rny, start takin’ her top off (takin’ her top off)
you ain’t trappin’, what you on the block for? (you on the block for)
boy need to go get some blue cheese (get some blue cheese)
i’m on your ho like some new jeans (ayy)
talkin’ that money sh+t, made it a routine (a routine)
double cup wock’ got me moody
murder bravado, i came from the nudies (came from the nudies)
then we got clips like a movie (clips like a movie)
brodie might shoot in some yeezys like coodie (boom)
i got two baddies on two e (on two e)
i’m well+connected, these n+ggas on 2g (2g)
she rock the belt with the two gs (with the two gs)
f+ck that designer, i still do the two+threes (hey), ayy
smokin’ on jattic, it’s going for six but i get it for two gs (jattic), ayy
n+ggas ain’t drippy, don’t know what they sippin’ that must be some new lean (must be some new lean)

[chorus]
i get this money sh+t on purpose
his pockets hurtin’, he’s mad at the wrong person (mad at the wrong person)
baddie and she rock dior purses (baddie)
beam on the glock so i won’t hit the wrong person (clap)
they don’t put no fear in my heart (fear in my heart)
i’ma go run it up ’til my sh+t stop workin’ (’til it stop)
when i wasn’t on wave, i was not surfin’ (wave)
runnin’ down, tryna see what you got, boy (yeah)
my bro sellin’ food like top boy (like top boy)
i got tools in the chest, but they not toys (but they not toys)
n+ggas ain’t havin’ motion, they in park (in park)
all that lil’ sh+t you makin’ is not noise (no)
put the silencer on it, it got noise
spent some time with your b+tch, then i got goin’ (got goin’)
and i’m quick to go swing, but i’m not floyd (not floyd)
if it really come to it, got shots for ’em (clap)

- jay critch lyrics

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