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YFN Lucci
WRONG TIME.
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Hip-Hop/Rap
WRONG TIME. werd uitgebracht op 25 november 2025 door Already Legend/Think It's A Game Records als onderdeel van het album ALREADY LEGEND. (THANK YOU Edition)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
Vocals
Jeez
Jeez
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesus Presta
Jesus Presta
Songwriter
Lawrence Jones
Lawrence Jones
Songwriter
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
Executive Producer
Dae'Shawn "Dae-Day" Shelton
Dae'Shawn "Dae-Day" Shelton
Executive Producer
G. "Fly" Henry
G. "Fly" Henry
Executive Producer
Gilles Walters
Gilles Walters
Executive Producer
Keith Dawson
Keith Dawson
Executive Producer
Jeez
Jeez
Producer

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[Intro]
Oh yeah, it was a wrong time
Oh yeah, it was a wrong time
Oh yeah, it was a wrong time
It was a wrong time
Wrong time
[Verse 1]
I done been there for **** who wasn't there for me
Ho, chill with all that lying, you don't care for me
**** had the table set, ain't have a chair for me
It ain't a lot of real **** left, they rather me
The streets done, shit squeezed the life out of **** like Capri Sun
Pull up in some crazy, came a long way from that Nissan
Gram came to visit me in a dream, told me keep going
****, keep goin'
[Verse 2]
Money on my mind, that's the only thing I think of
Snowing in Atlanta, fly **** throw a mink on
Shots on me, drink on, you must be mad I came home
You been broke for too long
[Verse 3]
Look
Can't go back and forth with no ****, this ain't no ping pong
You still sendin' slick shots, ****, keep on
Wrist cost a whole damn car, I put a Jeep on it
Million dollar deals on the table, I gotta sleep on it
Who decide, war to the floor, ya ****, they poor
Bitch look like Lira Galore, I'm really that boy
My **** really gon' score like we in the fourth quarter
Outfit a quarter
Louis on my daughter, Louis on my bitch too
Rappin' like the rent due, you know we gon' get you
Like a Crip, all this shit blue, huh
All this shit we been through, all these hoes ran through
I might fuck her friend too, I might fuck her sister
She just sucked everybody dick, and then you kissed her
Get a **** outta here quick, early dismissal
'Rarri, not a Fisker, pull up in a Cybertruck
Remember it was nine of us in one whip
**** can't wait to jump ship
I was locked up eating Sun Chips, now the don here
Show 'em no fear, got my son here
Eight carat, cost a hundred thousand, one ear
[Verse 4]
BOA, got my first thousand, you wasn't there
Nowadays, only fuckin' if they come in pairs
Nowadays, when we shoppin', we all out in Paris
Know a **** really poppin', this is not a Urus
'Rarri truck skrrt, 'Rarri truck skrrt
Pop it, overseas poppin'
Foreign whip options, foreign bitch options
Know ot feel real good to make it out the projects
Written by: Jesus Presta, Lawrence Jones, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett

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