Dead Wrong - New Version

STUNNA Gang
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Let me take it back to much simpler days
When the only worry I had was to run around and play
Now everyday I wake up and the sky is fucking grey
And my mind is fucking grey
Now everybody stay away

I'm gaining mad skill like every fuckin day
Still not at the top yet I'm still not with the fuckin greats
You copy bitches are my servants go get me some fuckin grapes
And feed 'em to me while your planning your escapes

This ain't the type of flow you ever heard from me before
You pussies mad ugly like a motherfucking cold sore
You mad at me cause you found your bitch at the dollar store?
Talk shit I'll lay you out on the fucking floor

Stop coming to me with your fuckin problems bitch
Always doubted me leave you at the bottom bitch
Before I leave make sure I got my condoms bitch
You motherfuckers fiends you like some motherfucking goblins bitch

Yeah I'm rap capping, but I'm rap cappin the hardest
I'm not your ordinary I'm a motherfucking artist
Try to keep up with me you gon have to try your hardest
Smartest in my class cause I always been the fuckin shartpest

A lot of people don't like me cause I'm hard to get along with
I don't fucking drink I don't fucking hit a bong bitch
If you think I'm joking then you're dead fuckin wrong bitch
It'll be your last day make you sing your swan song bitch

Ay, you're dead fucking wrong
Ay, you're dead fucking wrong
Ay, you're dead fucking wrong
Make you sing a swan song
Cause you're dead fucking wrong
Ay, you're dead fucking wrong
Ay, you're dead fucking wrong
Ay, you're dead fucking wrong
Make you sing a swan song
Cause you're dead fucking wrong bitch

Man
I'm tired of these pussies thinkin I'm jokin
I ain't fuckin playin around
This is why I ain't fuck with nobody
You dead fuckin wrong bitch
You dead fuckin wrong bitch
Ay

I swear to God if I ever hear you copy again
I'mma blow up on you and your punk little friends
Don't think I'm joking don't think that this is all pretend
When you see you'll just blow up on yourself in the fuckin end

Musically dedicated but I got a college degree
Was useless to me but at least I know that knowledge is key
Got some flow but nothing like king Biggie
Call me Moses part her legs like the fuckin Red Sea

Part her legs like the Red Sea, ay
Part her legs like the Red Sea, ay
Part her legs like the Red Sea, ay
Part her legs like the Red Sea

Ay, you're dead fucking wrong
Ay, you're dead fucking wrong
Ay, you're dead fucking wrong
Make you sing a swan song
Cause you're dead fucking wrong
Ay, you're dead fucking wrong
Ay, you're dead fucking wrong
Ay, you're dead fucking wrong
Make you sing a swan song
Cause you're dead fucking wrong bitch

Think this song's long I could go on for fuckin days
Shit talking from a pussy who's never gotten laid
You pussies half empty like you was a bag of Lay's
I don't give a fuck regardless either way I'm getting paid

Do a song a day to keep the fuckin doctor away
Cause I don't fuck with needles anyhow, anyway
Wish you didn't have to go wish that you could stay
Why is every day the fuckin same and fuckin full of pain

These pussies always talking shit
When they got half a motherfucking brain
Y'all some motherfuckin fakes y'all some fuckin counterfeit
Don't try to fuck with me bitch stay in your fucking lane

Ay, you're dead fuckin wrong
Ay, you're dead fuckin wrong
Ay, you're dead fuckin wrong
Make you sing a swan song
Cause you're dead fuckin wrong
Ay, you're dead fuckin wrong
Ay, you're dead fuckin wrong
Ay, you're dead fuckin wrong
Make you sing a swan song
Cause you're dead fuckin wrong bitch