Dead Wrong

She dead wrong, she think she got it going on
And she keep a tight thong, all up in her bootyong
She be swaying to the right, then she take it to the left
And she don't be tryna flex, I think she doing booty sets
And she keep 'em on they toes, like she Jordan with them goals
And she ain't gone ever fold, she the type to crack the mole
She always keep it comin, having niggas runnin
Don't make her bust her gun in, not a father but she sonnin

On her line like where's the rest, but she don't be tryna stress
Cus she always play the best, cus the money make her wet
So she use it as a test, and it ring like Sunday best
Leave your ass in mess, making sure to assess
That the fakes is getting left, feel the pressure on they chest
With shortness of breath, 911 or your dead
Make sure you take them meds, stay away from the feds
But if you got them dreads might let you, lay in my bed

Ha

Made you give me head, then left I the trick on read
Got em turning in his bed, got him shaking in his shed
Hoes can do nothing, screamin think she up to somethin
You know that she's dummin, here she come now get to runnin

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