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Dead Wrong
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Трек «Dead Wrong» вышел в 11 января 2022 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Quando Rondo, LLC/Never Broke Again, LLC/Atlantic»)Dead Wrong - Single
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Дата релиза11 января 2022 г.
ЛейблQuando Rondo, LLC/Never Broke Again, LLC/Atlantic
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM84

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Aaron Lockhart
Aaron Lockhart
Автор песен
Michael Laury
Michael Laury
Автор песен
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Мастеринг-инженер
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Миксинг-инженер
Dubba-AA
Dubba-AA
Продюсер
Mike Laury
Mike Laury
Продюсер

Слова

[Intro]
(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
These **** now what the fuck goin' on, uh (Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
You know that I'm one real, yeah (Dubba-AA flex)
All my **** really 'bout to come through the cut and let that bitch bang (Q-R-N, hah, hah, hah)
(This Is The Sound)
[Chorus]
And I say uptown, downtown, blue flags all around
Chitty chitty, gang gon' let it bang
Big glizzy, it stay tucked, y'all pussy **** know what's up
Forty thousand with a dub if one of y'all bring back his brain
Like tell me what is you saying?
I'm from a corner where they bangin' Crip gang
Ain't no discussion once you speak on my name
Send him to sleep with his mans
Go ask the city 'bout who really be slaying
Outside his house, inside the bushes, we laying
I want him down in the grave
[Verse 1]
They say, "You dead wrong"
I just left the grave from seeing Ralphie, kissed his headstone
I be in a rush, call me blue monster, Sonic Hedgehog
I just got a Glock, came in from Russia, need a red dot
Put him to sleep just like some Wock' or Robitussin, need his dreadlocks
I'm steady countin' up these dead guys
Beretta, I can't lack mine
Like for the cheddar, I collect mines
Like make sure one inside the glizzy, ain't no stoppin' at them red lights
Hundred round drum look like some titties on the glizzy in the Redeye
Don't touch that gun 'cause that's for Leeky when he get to doin' fed time
She text my phone like, "Come and see me," she know I can make her bed rock
You bust his dome, don't show no pity, spin again, and let a hundred fly
Like leave me 'lone, I'm on my grizzy, trying stake me up a hundred, yeah
[Chorus]
And I say uptown, downtown, blue flags all around
Chitty chitty, gang gon' let it bang
Big glizzy, it stay tucked, y'all pussy **** know what's up
Forty thousand with a dub if one of y'all bring back his brain
Like tell me what is you saying?
I'm from a corner where they bangin' Crip gang
Ain't no discussion once you speak on my name
Send him to sleep with his mans
Go ask the city 'bout who really be slaying
Outside his house, inside the bushes, we laying
I want him down in the grave
Written by: Aaron David Lockhart, Jr., Aaron Lockhart, Michael Laury, Tyquian Bowman
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