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WRONG
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Hip-hop/Rap
WRONG est sorti le 7 mai 2021 par Island Records dans le cadre de l'album HARDHEADED
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Date de sortie7 mai 2021
LabelIsland Records
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM87

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Marcellus Juvann
Marcellus Juvann
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Marcellus Payne
Marcellus Payne
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Marcellus Juvann
Marcellus Juvann
Production
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Ingénierie de mixage
Anthony Munderville
Anthony Munderville
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Chorus]
Yeah, somethin' wrong wit' 'em
Hey, uh
Somethin' wrong wit' 'em
Yeah, uh
Hey
[Verse 1]
Not too many **** from my class took it this far
I'm up next, the thought of my success got my dick hard
Yo' shit is a rip off
Label should get they money back
Funny rap ****, yo' last shit sweet as honey jack
Back to fill the gap and give the game what they missin'
Don't get it twisted
We locked in the for vision
This music shit a blessing, gave the boy a pot to piss in, uh
You think it's given, nah, but I'm gifted
Even if you sold ya soul you prolly couldn't tell the difference
You lost in the sauce like the seasoning
Tryna stretch the truth with all that damn loose reasoning
You can't buy faith, you gotta learn to just believe the shit
We planting seeds with this so get the fuck off my nutsack
I'm bringing the funk back
I need them gold slugs
I need that plat plat
Sick of these rap **** still acting like Trap ****
Won't do no song with 'em, I think sumin' wrong wit 'em
[Chorus]
Somethin' wrong wit' 'em
Hey, ayy
Somethin' wrong wit' 'em
Hey, yeah
Somethin' wrong wit' 'em
Hey, uh
Somethin' wrong wit' 'em
Hey (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
You **** losing sleep
I slept well, I feel swell
I'm in my best shape
I don't age, I'm Pharrell
If I said that shit, I meant it
In love wit' a gymnast
She flip on the dick and break her back for the children
Ooh, don't fuck with Jezebels
They'll take ya cake and skate
Have you praying to the Lord like Mase
In the courtroom fighting ya case
Pleading wit' Jake like
"Ya honor, I swear that blunt was laced
I met her ass in the club, I knew that ass was fake
I still took her to my crib and she raided my safe
Now I'm late for child support, I gotta feed my baby
If she don't give me my money, I'ma run at the bailiff
Grab his gun shoot at her navel
I ain't been stable
Took a couple pills, I ain't the **** to play with
I ain't afraid of no jail, I was raised in a jail
That I made in my mind, why I stay to myself? Oh, God"
[Chorus]
Somethin' wrong wit' 'em
Hey, uh
Somethin' wrong wit' 'em
Hey, yeah
Somethin' wrong wit' 'em
Hey, uh
Somethin' wrong wit' 'em
Hey
Written by: Marcellus Payne
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