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Did Me Wrong
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Did Me Wrong è stato pubblicato il 14 febbraio 2026 da XCIV come parte dell'album Did Me Wrong - Single
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Data di uscita14 febbraio 2026
EtichettaXCIV
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM67

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keevon Malik Taylor
Keevon Malik Taylor
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keevon Malik Taylor
Keevon Malik Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Myles Crowley
Myles Crowley
Executive Producer
Sam Osborn
Sam Osborn
Engineer

Testi

Oh my
Oh my, yea
Oh, my
Yea look
You did me wrong
Now I see you hurting
Was it worth it on your own, now?
To the streets
They don't slow down, riding down the city with the four pound it goes down
I don't forgive or lack
Feelings that I bottle in, but don't know the cap
Guess I'll be holding that
They don't get it
Ain't no control in that
The **** copy
They never been good with the facts
Or read them from front to back
You **** really be bad with the math
These bitches mad with the past till she get the cash
Baby benz, burkin bag, (yea)
Some of these women is tragedy
Most of these **** is trash, surfing ass, wave riding
This side got high tides, you could try but we tied in, no fall back, we sliding, cuz
You did me wrong
And I can't forget, you was working on me
Now you made the list
Congratulations
Only thing I lose is patience
And I'm tired of waiting
Remember they hated when Mama was missing the payments
Now look at you, look at you
You doing bad
You did me wrong
Now I see you hurting
Was it worth it on your own now?
To the streets?
They don't slow down, riding around the city with the four pound it goes down
She to the streets, ain't mine, no AP, like I was future
Bitch I can see it
Coming soon like it was in theaters
Know it's a movie, if ab and ts will shoot it
We just trying to spread the moment
Something tell me she a do it
(For what)
For the coco off the back end of the boogotti, that jack boy shit, that who shot him?
Don't know, don't talk no two timing my squad be lit but can't find them
Bitch this way more than rhyming
This shit way more than commas came up, ain't on no designer
Sleepless nights and some Hondas
Old piece, has some desires
New whip burned out the tires, all that sliding, huh?
Let me remind you, steady tripping, frequent flier now you barely getting by. Hate to see it
That's a lie
Almost got me little, bitch
Yeah, you try to do me bad
To do me wrong
Now I see you hurting
Was it worth it on your own?
To the streets, to the street They don't slow down, riding by the city with the four pound it goes down.
Written by: Keevon Malik Taylor
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