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Shy Glizzy - Right Or Wrong (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) lyrics

Artist: Shy Glizzy

album: Young Jefe 3


Ya!
Young Jefe, home (Ay)
I just spend a whole ten, yuh
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Woo!)
Bitch how do you see me text you, when you always on your phone? (Brr)
She knew I was a dog but yet she still gon' let me bone
You fuckin' with the mob, that mean you with it right or wrong (Mob)
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Woo!)
She sent me a DM, how she know I love thongs
She fucked a real nigga, she ain't ever comin' home
Girl, do you love Lil Glizzy, is you with me right or wrong?
All they talkin' bullshit, they ain't really 'bout nothin'
She tell a nigga's cappin', where I'm from they call it bluffin'
If she let me fuck it, I might take that bitch to fuck
Take her away from the ruckus, I might take her out to bucket, yuh
Little slimy bitch, all she do is ride the dick
And you can't come to south 'cause we be on some grimey shit
I'm the king of DC, if you don't say so, you a bitch
She had all type of niggas but she don't know what kind is this, ay
She come from Toronto, yeah I take her to my jungle
That '42 get under you girl, let's get right home
She a baddie, yeah she on me, yeah
She my lil' Rapunzel
I'm a savage but I'm humble, yeah, that money come in bundles
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone
Bitch how do you see me text you, when you always on your phone?
She knew I was a dog but yet she still gon' let me bone
You fuckin' with the mob, that mean you with it right or wrong
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone
She sent me a DM, how she know I love thongs
She fucked a real nigga, she ain't ever comin' home
Girl, do you love Lil Glizzy, is you with me right or wrong?
I might give that girl that DOA, I hit it on the floor
Take that girl to MIA, she never comin' home
Her boyfriend keep actin' tough, that boy be bluffin' on the phone
Why you worried 'bout us, I took her on a trip to Rome
You better be lucky, you take a lil' blow
And ain't take no four-four
And I have me about, um, four hoes
Load the mini coupe like a four-door, yeah
Tellin' me somethin'
Tellin' me somethin' that I wanna hear
No one will know, baby, I am right here
Who put that in your head that I don't care?
Who put that in your head? God, I swear
Who put that in your head? That's a fake dress
She give me head, she can't feel her head
She on her knees, she can't feel her legs, uh
I'm off the perky, can't feel my back
Poppin' them pills like the shit packs
I'm rockin' that Gucci, I'm rockin' that Louis
I'm rockin' that Prada, like they broke, yeah
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone
Bitch how do you see me text you, when you always on your phone?
She knew I was a dog but yet she still gon' let me bone
You fuckin' with the mob, that mean you with it right or wrong
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone
She sent me a DM, how she know I love thongs
She fucked a real nigga, she ain't ever comin' home
Girl, do you love Lil Glizzy, is you with me right or wrong?

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