Wrong One Lyrics – GloRilla, Gloss Up & Slimeroni (feat. K Carbon, Aleza, Tay Keith)
(Tay Keith, *** these niggas up)
GloRilla
(Whew), uh (Whew), uh (Whew), uh (Whew)
Uh (Whew), uh (Whew), uh (Whew), uh (Whew)
Uh (Whew), uh (Whew), uh (Hey), uh (Hey)
He had the right game, but he just picked the wrong one
(*** wrong with this dumb-ass ***?)
Ayy, I had to show him I’m that ***, but I’m my daddy son
Mmm, I’m the one (Mmm)
Slime, ho
When it come to doggin’ niggas, I do that for fun (Yeah)
I do that for fun (Yeah), I do that for fun (I’m a dog)
Steady shittin’ up on these *** like I got the runs (I’m the ***)
Like I got the runs (I’m the ***)
Like I got the runs (I’m the ***)
He got the right *** (Right ***), wrong time (Wrong time)
AP, he on my time (My time)
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I’m bad as ***, it should be a crime (Bad)
Postin’ thoughts, *** what they think (***)
I’ll have a *** thinkin’ with his meat (What?)
One thing I ain’t is ***’ cheap (*** that)
You sure that’s the *** you wanna keep? (You sure?)
You used to be the *** in school, but now it’s my turn (Woah)
Hit me from the back after I bust over his sideburns (Woo)
I be makin’ hits, but you should know I’m not a fighter
(I made the *** blow
You know that, yeah)
I’m a *** biggest blessin’, he don’t even care to sneeze (Achoo)
Pull up in that ah, ah, it don’t even got no key (Skrrt)
*** on *** all year, I don’t let *** get a season
Go ask that ho why she don’t like me, *** won’t even have a reason
He ask what *** I be rappin’ ’bout, I told him, “I’m just rhymin’, baby”
Soon as he click on my IG, *** get to masturbatin’ (Ooh)
(Motherfuckin’ tender ***-ass ***)
Soon as he click on my IG, *** get to masturbatin’
He had the right game, but he just picked the wrong one
(*** wrong with this dumb-ass ***?)
Ayy, I had to show him I’m that ***, but I’m my daddy son
Mmm, I’m the one (Mmm)
Slime, ho
When it come to doggin’ niggas, I do that for fun (Yeah)
I do that for fun (Yeah), I do that for fun (I’m a dog)
Steady shittin’ up on these *** like I got the runs
Like I got the runs
Like I got the runs
Uh, come get your ***, he sendin’ me pictures
He givin’ me money and all of his ***
Sendin’ me paragraphs, pourin’ his heart out
Sayin’ some *** I ain’t gon’ even read, uh
(No, I ain’t readin’ that ***
No)
(It’s Carbon, ***)
And he believin’ that I love him, ***, you can’t be that dumb
Don’t really recall conceiving, but you *** is my sons
And we ain’t beefin’ over social, I could never break my thumb
Won’t cut deals for no promoters, you can’t pay, I can’t perform
Talk to niggas how I want to and they let me (Ayy)
They love me, when I’m talkin’ ’bout my ***, they say it’s *** (Uh-huh)
These niggas be so cap (What?), that’s why I don’t do no textin’ (Nah)
You know I ain’t your ***, you not my ***, so don’t question me (Fool)
(Your ass is dumb)
He had the right game, but he just picked the wrong one
(*** wrong with this dumb-ass ***?)
Ayy, I had to show him I’m that ***, but I’m my daddy son
Mmm, I’m the one (Mmm)
Slime, ho
When it come to doggin’ niggas, I do that for fun (Yeah)
I do that for fun (Yeah), I do that for fun (I’m a dog)
Steady shittin’ up on these *** like I got the runs
Like I got the runs
Like I got the runs
