时间：2023-09-15
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Did Me Wrong (Sped Up|Explicit) - A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Lyrics by：Artist Dubose/Shaun Thomas/Patrick James Bodi/Quincy Anderson/Isaac Hayes
Produced by：S.Dot/254Bodi
I wrote this song for the last
***** that did me wrong
I can't believe your turned your
Back when I was all alone
The feds took my friends from me
And I was on my own
They gon' try to take our swag
But they could never clone us
The richest in my family
At nineteen I grown up
Niggas call for me and
I don't even pick my phone up
Don't want no company 'cause
Lately ain't been feelin' no one
They plan on slumpin' me
But comfortably we keep it on us
I think of butta every single time that I perform
And I put on different saint laurent for my cologne
It's hard to tell if niggas jealous
If they never met us
I don't know if I should take a picture
Or put 'em on a stretcher
Headshot you all alone no time to send a message
When you feel it in your bones
The only time you regret it
Highbridge we got big swag
I know you big mad
Luckily it was a **** bag and not a zip bag
But **** that **** I wrote
This song for the ha
I wrote this song for the
Last ***** that did me wrong
Hate that I met her even though
I know she knew me better
Everything biggavelli brand new benz coupes
Can't even blame you if you
'Cross me 'cause I sin too
I pray to God for all this
Money that I ran through
You think you shinin' in the light
Well ***** I lamp too
Get a 'mani catch a flight right to cancún
It was hard to ride the wave but I swam through
On a pj me and all my damn goons
I'm so high I feel like landin' on the damn moon
Baby we ride goin' back to back in phantoms
I don't want you to call me crazy
Baby call me hussein
The big body heavy it needed two lanes
Two frames cartier glasses
I see right through things
One thing that you can never
Call me is plain hey
Plain jane patek philippe
It'll cost you everything
A-B-double O-G-I-E od louis baby
Ooh she crazy I'ma be DTB
'Til I'm probably eighty
Probably cost me half a milli'
And I go to saudi baby
I'm leaving on a jet plane and
I don't know when
I'll be coming back here baby
It's not you it's me I started
Moving so toxic lately
H*es and these streets got me so
Cold hearted lately
Too soon this lifestyle too soon
And lil' mama said it was too soon
To get that two-tone
Cuban link yellow and white or the rose gold
Got you them precise cut diamonds
They got a ringtone
And I got murder bravado up on my legs ooh
And that sf90 ain't got no legroom
She broke my heart into pieces
Like it was a pencil
Quit showin' off and let me **** your friend soon
I keep a tooly on my waist like a utensil
I put them rocks around your neck
Just like a flintstone
We started off with true religions with the balmain
Wanna be different
I say lanvin you say lanvin
I wrote this song for the
Last ***** that did me wrong
I can't believe your turned your
Back when I was all alone
The feds took my friends from me
And I was on my own
They gon' try to take our swag
But they could never clone us
The richest in my family at nineteen
I grown up
Niggas call for me and
I don't even pick my phone up
Don't want no company
'Cause lately ain't been feelin' no one
They plan on slumpin' me but comfortably
We keep it on us
