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thouxanbanfauni - dead wrong lyrics

[intro]
(liqliq play that fire)
(yeah pavé go ahead)

[verse]
all my opps call me daddy, put em’ in the dirt because they grounded
all of my hoes say they love me but they don’t, just around me
all these n+ggas say they gang but they stab you in the back
i could have that n+gga dropped right now but so much guap get him whacked
f+cking with cougars and cheetahs, f+cking with tigers and lions
turn my lil’ hoe to a zebra she got her stripes from fire
you n+ggas ain’t got no ambition, you eager but just be lying
most these n+ggas informants, most these n+ggas got wires
she could be prеtty and bad but if she broke, red flag
b+tchеs be always mad, blame it all on they dad
i’ma back stab my d+mn self but i still get that bag
baby got daddy issues, always calling me daddy
throwing it back, making it clap, i got that b+tch in a wrap
she hit a l!ck for me and she make that .45 clap
she do a whole lotta’ things but i love how she count
she do a whole lotta’ things but don’t ignore me b+tch or you kicked out
all of my boys be running the streets, road running to your city
n+gga we just came from south memphis and then hit your bity
my n+ggas in alabama, next month for a show
but we still moving them bowls and we sell it for the low
we ain’t gon’ tex you, if we don’t know you, f+ck these n+ggas
we gon’ hack it, cut you down, throw them triggers
all of your b+tches be choosing, you know
all of your hoes, your wifey, they show it
all of my n+ggas they glow, icey, and we getting it making commotion
feel like ludacris how i’m disturbing the peace
fauni be so so deaf, if you ain’t talking about cash, jermaine dupri
always a clown in class, no really, i was down bad
adding up all my cash and racks, just bad at math
pockets need [?] because they fatter than fat
n+ggas be goofy, gon’ bring a knife to gun battle to stab my back
live by the code, got loyalty and morals, principles, won’t fold
you call that lil’ boy your lil’ brother sh+t get serious, he gon’ crack
don’t tell me to tie my shoes, i keep velcro with the strap
you f+cking with fakes, n+ggas you know fugazi, gotta’ do better than that
nicki minaj with the crocs, i make anything trend, anything pop
all of these b+tches some bops, i just want the throat, you can keep the body
n+ggas be talking alot, til’ we spin on they block like the 4th of july
every day independence day, these ain’t no fireworks, this the fye
and you hit with the glock, h+ll nah, f+ck that sh+t, you get the chop
you a big opp to me, i’m a real big dog b+tch you a chihuahua
[?] but they not even there
most these n+ggas just some p+ssies
if you think these n+ggas get racks you dead wrong

- thouxanbanfauni lyrics

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