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Wrong Place, Wrong time
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Wrong Place, Wrong time fue lanzado el 22 de mayo de 2026 por Warner Records como parte del álbum Y'all Won
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Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Veeze
Veeze
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Karon Vantrees
Karon Vantrees
Autoría
Shakir Robinson
Shakir Robinson
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Michael "MikFly" Dottin
Michael "MikFly" Dottin
Ingeniería de mezcla
DJ Bass Kids
DJ Bass Kids
Producción

Letra

Yeah, yeah
I'll wrong place, wrong time a ****
Put these **** money under the light, it might be counterfeit
Watered down-ass **** like we washin' collard green
Give his ho a collared shirt, make her do white collar scheme
I dropped out of college, but Jay and Dame ain't sign me
Soon they cap and gown me, seemed like we start robbin'
I can't say I want that **** free, I don't know if he talkin'
If dawgy say he want that smoke with me, I bet I horse him
You see me with that ho, it's intercourse, yeah, of course, duh
My life is a movie, like Four Brothers, shoot the court up
My lil' bitches gotta have at least Benz's or a Porsche truck
I don't drink no coffee, went to Starbucks for a ice cup
Spin the Benz, sign his ass to Vez', leave him iced up
I need every penny that I'm owed like the IRS
****, you better get a fuckin' vest, they got head protectors
Hol' on, let me check if this pill real, do the light test
I always got one eye on the money, now I'm Cyclops
I'ma serve him my dawg, but I think I got nine lives left
Yeah, you got that wet-wet, but now I need some neck sex
I done flew that P-jet more than a New York Jet
Think I need drug management, I'm the lean commissioner
Take his bitch, he missin' her, gone, milk carton pitcher
Fillin' out these answers, become Akorn representative
M pills gettin' the best of you, boy, look like you got sickle cell
He the type to snitch, can't even stomach sittin' in the cell
Who gon' slip, he donkey, every day we playin' Pin The Tail
Dawgy ass ain't fightin' demons, heard that he was gay in jail
Fuck you need my number for? You tryna send me fan mail?
Fuck 12, ju' give me my wallet, I can post bail
Goddamn, **** gettin' RICO and they free as hell
They say that we live in hell, I just want the zip in here
Take me to Balenci' store, damn, they got some shit in here
I know it's front, why last, but I gotta end it here
Lil' sis down to ride dirty, she think she Chamillionaire
I don't wear no durag, I don't do 360 deal
20 bands gone, wearin' shit that y'all can't even spell
Seven on my back just like Kaep, I'ma take a kneel
Spin a **** block without no war, that was a lame drill
Once a **** tell the truth in court, I just can't forgive him
Once a **** say he talk to 12, I don't hear nothin' else
Grown man ball, break a leg, I ain't breakin' sweat
Green face, brought it just like lean off a turkey bed
Cuddy drinkin' green by the box, call him turtle head
I just bought her Skims by the box, she look up to Kim
We just sippin' glass-Tech red, you was a regular man
Thinkin' 'bout my first ten bands, had no facial hair
Young ****, I'ma feel endless with my face rare
Angel Reese TikTok, my son got my bitch scared
You can drop me anywhere, a stove and some kitchenware
Box of bakin' soda, bet I come right back a millionaire
And I kept it lit up for the city, I ain't even been in there
Once these **** pay, text Caine, but we shitty where
We trippin' steel ****
Wavy Navy boys, we Can't Be Fucked With
Lucky the Feds on that hot shit with the lyrics, ****
I'll really say somethin' crazy
But I'm five up off a ten, lil' ****
Look in the mirror, I ain't in it, fuckin' white boy
Written by: Karon Vantrees, Shakir Robinson
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