Listen to Dead Wrong (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) by Trey Songz

Dead Wrong (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Trey Songz

R&B/Soul

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Lead Vocals
Holly Seeley
Holly Seeley
Background Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Featherstone
Christopher Featherstone
Songwriter
Frank Brim
Frank Brim
Songwriter
Justin Featherstone
Justin Featherstone
Songwriter
Kevin Ross
Kevin Ross
Songwriter
Matthew Featherstone
Matthew Featherstone
Songwriter
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Songwriter
Tremaine Neverson
Tremaine Neverson
Songwriter
William Featherstone
William Featherstone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Executive Producer
Andy Barnes
Andy Barnes
Additional Engineer
Nacor Zuluaga
Nacor Zuluaga
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Troy Taylor
Troy Taylor
Executive Producer
Mark B. Christensen
Mark B. Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
The Featherstones
The Featherstones
Producer

Lyrics

You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want Pull up in a Porsche, no rental No key, now she on me Know the star shit fucking with your mental Wanna be my tenderoni? Now we chilling poolside for the night Hollywood sign, I ain't caught up in the lights Trigga baby, I'mma do you right Don't make me have to tell you twice, I Fuck em all the time but you know I never wife em, uh Real nigga know love, man I swear these hoes triflin', uh But I'mma give her what she like, beat it down like Tyson, uh It's the pretty ones that you really need to keep your eye on You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want I just left the show with a two piece Dollar sign, got groupies I'mma take her to the motherfucking hotel Let her do her, then do me, oh One bad light-skinned and an Asian I'mma stack em up like Legos She call me papi, ain't understand Spanish But I let her chupa on mis huevos We be fucking all the time but she know I'll never wife her, nah Had her in a feeling when she see me with my white girl, ah She act square around a nigga but when she with me she like girls, ah It's the pretty ones that you really need to keep your eye on, oh You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want Who am I to judge you? I love you whenever you're near Bring your body here Right now, I'mma knock it right down Say you got a nigga? Go figure Take another sip of this liquor Talk a little shit, got my dick much bigger Baby, let me tell you a lil' something 'bout Trigga You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want You know you dead wrong
Writer(s): Tremaine Neverson, Frank Brim, Kevin Ross, Tyrone William Griffin Jr, Matthew Featherstone, William Featherstone, Nick Seely Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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