CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Am I Wrong (Real Bad)*
Lyrics from Snippets
...Drip, drip, drip, drip
She a lil' pretty b*t*h (Real pretty)
I keep her in Chanel and Louie, no Fendi sh*t (Chanel and Louie)
I met her in Philly, she said she from Brooklyn, we know that I'm drilling it
I got that sh*t on me, know that I'm feeling it (Know that I'm feeling)
Big a** truck, I'm wheeling it (Skkr, skkr)
They say it's up, like what? Well f**k, then it's stuck
she wanna f**k me 'cause I come with benefits
I wanna f**k 'cause I wanna finish it (I wanna finish)
Get over here (Get over here)
I cannot [?], that sh*t in a [?]
Compact Glock with a thirty shot minimum
N***as tryna pop, we kill all ten of 'em (All ten of 'em)
Get over here (Get over here)
[?], my young n***a, he right out the feds
I had to give him some bread
Shawty so sensitive, I f**ked and [?] before he get to [?]
Get in my bag when I'm off that drank, I had to...
...N***as get killed by speaking on me, so he shouldn't have said what he said
You already know what I'm on
You already know what I'm on, know what I'm doing
I'm liking her pictures, I'm up in her DM, she came to the penthouse at four in the morn'
Left in a Uber and came in [?], got you looking all clueless like "what was she doing?"
She wanna rock that Chanel and we flying by PJ, I'm putting 'em on
Am I wrong for thinkin' out the box from where I stay?
Am I wrong for sayin' that I choose another way?
Look, [?] baddie with me that'll do what I want, [?]
We don't be toting no rugers, tt's guns in the [?]
You know I don't be shooting no one
Ain't depending on shooters, but I call my shooter like, turn you into runts
We had went to the jeweler, I had bought her a Patek
I know that I'm doing too much
This money is really influencing her, real bad
Put up they weight and they still mad
I asked shawty how bad she wanted to f**k me, she said real bad
His lil' b*t*h keep hitting my DM, sh*t, now I feel bad
What you gon' do?
You know the kid, I'm a dog, I ate it
Maxing a mile like I ball for the Lakers
Crib so big, can't talk to my neighbors
You come to my hood, it get darker than Vader...
...pop my pills (Yeah)
Did it, b*t*h tryna f**k and she just tryna f**k for the high
I'm tryna f**k for the low
She tryna go out to dinner, I pulled up a Lamb'
She tryna f**k on the...
...Drip, drip, drip, drip
She a lil' pretty b*t*h (Real pretty)
I keep her in Chanel and Louie, no Fendi sh*t (Chanel and Louie)
I met her in Philly, she said she from Brooklyn, we know that I'm drilling it
I got that sh*t on me, know that I'm feeling it (Know that I'm feeling)
Big a** truck, I'm wheeling it (Skkr, skkr)
They say it's up, like what? Well f**k, then it's stuck
she wanna f**k me 'cause I come with benefits
I wanna f**k 'cause I wanna finish it (I wanna finish)
Get over here (Get over here)
I cannot [?], that sh*t in a [?]
Compact Glock with a thirty shot minimum
N***as tryna pop, we kill all ten of 'em (All ten of 'em)
Get over here (Get over here)
[?], my young n***a, he right out the feds
I had to give him some bread
Shawty so sensitive, I f**ked and [?] before he get to [?]
Get in my bag when I'm off that drank, I had to...
...N***as get killed by speaking on me, so he shouldn't have said what he said
You already know what I'm on
You already know what I'm on, know what I'm doing
I'm liking her pictures, I'm up in her DM, she came to the penthouse at four in the morn'
Left in a Uber and came in [?], got you looking all clueless like "what was she doing?"
She wanna rock that Chanel and we flying by PJ, I'm putting 'em on
Am I wrong for thinkin' out the box from where I stay?
Am I wrong for sayin' that I choose another way?
Look, [?] baddie with me that'll do what I want, [?]
We don't be toting no rugers, tt's guns in the [?]
You know I don't be shooting no one
Ain't depending on shooters, but I call my shooter like, turn you into runts
We had went to the jeweler, I had bought her a Patek
I know that I'm doing too much
This money is really influencing her, real bad
Put up they weight and they still mad
I asked shawty how bad she wanted to f**k me, she said real bad
His lil' b*t*h keep hitting my DM, sh*t, now I feel bad
What you gon' do?
You know the kid, I'm a dog, I ate it
Maxing a mile like I ball for the Lakers
Crib so big, can't talk to my neighbors
You come to my hood, it get darker than Vader...
...pop my pills (Yeah)
Did it, b*t*h tryna f**k and she just tryna f**k for the high
I'm tryna f**k for the low
She tryna go out to dinner, I pulled up a Lamb'
She tryna f**k on the...
