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Dead Wrong
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Dead Wrong was released on July 10, 2020 by Peasants2Gods Ent. as a part of the album Lmk
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AlbumLmk
Release DateJuly 10, 2020
LabelPeasants2Gods Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Smith
Jordan Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Kush
Andy Kush
Producer

Lyrics

Whoa, Whoa (whoa)
I can’t ever trust no bitch (nah)
But she trust me cuz I said so
If my **** see a op fire off now it’s red rum
That bitch up in my bed (bed)
Wildin’ out just like a bed bug (whoa)
Demons in my head got me trippin’, slippin’ dead wrong (yeah)
Whoa, Whoa
I can’t ever trust no bitch
But she trust me cuz I said so
If my **** see a op fire off now it’s red rum
That bitch up in my bed (bed)
Wildin’ out just like a bed bug (yeah)
Demons in my head got me trippin, slippin dead wrong
Bitch don’t worry bout my whip
(Bout to cop the Bentley peanut color)
I been stingy with my grip
(Clean a **** I don’t need a butler)
Triple syrup, double cup
(If they ask I say it’s Robitussin)
No her ass ain’t fat enough
(But her titties look like big ol’ pumpkins whoa, whoa)
You should take advice from me
Money only vice to me
I can’t risk my life on hoes (yeah)
But these **** gon’ compete
I would rather feed my bro’s (bro’s)
Jewelry water like the sea (sea)
Get to close you might not see (no)
Nice to meet but my red dot got you beat
**** thinkin’ he a star (no)
What you flexin’ not yo car (yeah)
What you step in not yo crib (crib)
All I do is raise my grip (yeah)
When i drink i cannot sip (nah)
I been gettin’ checks i get no mix (mix)
It look like i sold my soul
Signed right next to triple six (sick)
Like my money like my bitch
Always triple extra thick
All my **** keep that stick (stick)
So I never pull the trig (no)
In the field I ain’t gon go (no)
I just chill behind the scene (yeah)
Sit right back and run the show (yeah)
Like I’m Quentin Tarantin’
I can’t ever trust no bitch
If my **** see a op fire off now it’s red rum
That bitch up in my bed (bed)
Wildin’ out just like a bed bug
Demons in my head got me trippin, slippin dead wrong
I can’t ever trust no bitch
But she trust me cuz I said so
If my **** see a op fire off now it’s red rum
That bitch up in my bed (bed)
Wildin’ out just like a bed bug (yeah)
Demons in my head got me trippin’, slippin’ dead wrong
(slip, slip)
Written by: Jordan Smith
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