GloRilla - Wrong One (feat. Gloss Up, Slimeroni, K Carbon, Aleza, Tay Keith) lyrics

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Glo-Ril-la

(Whew) uh (Whew)

Uh (Whew) uh (Whew)
Uh (Whew) uh (Whew)
Uh (Whew) uh (Whew)
Uh (Whew) uh (Whew)
Uh (Hey) uh (Hey)

He had the right game
But he just picked the wrong one
(Fuck wrong with this dumb-ass nigga?)

Ayy
I had to show him I'm that bitch
But I'm my daddy son
Mmm
I'm the one
Mmm

Slime, ho
When it come to doggin' niggas
I do that for fun (Yeah)
I do that for fun (Yeah)
I do that for fun (I'm a dog)

Steady shittin' up on these bitches
Like I got the runs (I'm the shit)
Like I got the runs (I'm the shit)
Like I got the runs (I'm the shit)

Hе got the right bitch (Right bitch),
Wrong time (Wrong time)
AP, hе on my time (My time)
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I'm bad as fuck, it should be a crime (Bad)

Postin' thoughts, fuck what they think (Fuck)
I'll have a nigga thinkin' with his meat (What?)
One thing I ain't is fuckin' cheap (Fuck that)
You sure that's the nigga you wanna keep? (You sure?)

You used to be the shit in school, but now it's my turn (Woah)
Hit me from the back after I bust over his sideburns (Wooh!)
I be makin' hits, but you should know I'm not a fighter

(I made the motherfucker blow
You know that, yeah)

I'm a nigga biggest blessin'
He don't even care to sneeze (Achoo)
Pull up in that ah, ah
It don't even got no key (Skrrt)

Shit on bitches all year
I don't let bitches get a season
Go ask that ho why she don't like me
Bitch won't even have a reason

He ask what nigga I be rappin' 'bout
I told him, "I'm just rhymin', baby"
Soon as he click on my IG, nigga
Get to masturbatin'

(Motherfuckin' tender-dick-ass nigga)
Soon as he click on my IG
Nigga get to masturbatin'

He had the right game
But he just picked the wrong one
(Fuck wrong with this dumb-ass nigga?)

Ayy
I had to show him I'm that bitch
But I'm my daddy son
Mmm
I'm the one
Mmm

Slime, ho
When it come to doggin' niggas
I do that for fun (Yeah)
I do that for fun (Yeah),
I do that for fun (I'm a dog)

Steady shittin' up on these bitches
Like I got the runs
Like I got the runs
Like I got the runs

Uh

Come get your nigga, he sendin' me pictures
He givin' me money and all of his weed
Sendin' me paragraphs, pourin' his heart out
Sayin' some shit I ain't gon' even read
Uh

(No, I ain't readin' that shit, No)
(It's Carbon, bitch)

And he believin' that I love him
Nigga, you can't be that dumb
Don't really recall conceiving
But you bitches is my sons
And we ain't beefin' over social
I could never break my thumb
Won't cut deals for no promoters
You can't pay, I can't perform

Uh
Talk to niggas how I want to
And they let me (Ayy)
They love me when I'm talkin' 'bout my shit
they say it's sexy (Uh-huh)
These niggas be so cap (What?)
That's why I don't do no textin' (Nah)
You know I ain't your bitch, you not my nigga
So don't question me (Fool)
(Your ass is dumb)

He had the right game
But he just picked the wrong one
(Fuck wrong with this dumb-ass nigga?)
Ayy
I had to show him I'm that bitch
But I'm my daddy son
Mmm
I'm the one
Mmm

Slime, ho
When it come to doggin' niggas
I do that for fun (Yeah)
I do that for fun (Yeah),
I do that for fun (I'm a dog)

Steady shittin' up on these bitches
Like I got the runs
Like I got the runs
Like I got the runs