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ice berg : The Wrong One lyrics

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ice berg lyrics : "The Wrong One"

[Hook]
I call it a party, it's women and !@!@&&
I ain't tryina have no problem, but I ain't scared of no drama

I swear I'm loving the vibe, so please don't try to kill it
If you ain't ready to ride, then mind your $#&@ing business
I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with

I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with
I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with
I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with

I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with

Just know I am the %#@!, and ahm

You might as well just call it quits
Cause I'ma $#&@ with your boo, yeah
And I know you mad as $#&@, I'm winning fool

Oh, but I can't live my life, when I stunt I don't even try
^!$$% it's just my life, you think I'ma quit, lick 9
Try something it's click click 5,

^!$$% fell me though, my eyes they will kill me for
The mind got a real deep glow, don't get me wrong
But you might not fit in this zone,

If your chips ain't quit this long
My cash !@$!ed, and my weed be astronomic
And most of the girls I $#&@ don't ask for much

But pass the chronic
And I know that the maine ones hating
It's the main ones at the bottom

Steady worrying bout what I'm making
When they $$# ain't got a dollar, I'm sorry


[Hook]
I call it a party, it's women and !@!@&&
I ain't tryina have no problem, but I ain't scared of no drama

I swear I'm loving the vibe, so please don't try to kill it
If you ain't ready to ride, then mind your $#&@ing business
I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with

I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with
I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with
I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with

I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with

Anybody wanna mother$#&@ing die, come see I

Me, I, bb ^!$$%, that's right, still rocking these wings ^!$$%
I got a glock 45 that I just got extended
I got a splat with a really nice engine

I got a sleep that's with things
Now that (*##$ spit funny, and some jeans that will get out and hit you
I'm talking anytime, anywhere

If this (*##$ jam, $#&@ it, we ride with a spare
Live house (*##$, I'm tied to myself
Live house (*##$, come fly with the real

They hate me and my team is winning this race
You play is gonn be some kill in the day
I hope that you don't get in the way

Of these killers that's getting that cake
I go so hard, I can't sleep and when I do
Probably dreaming bout my bread, hoe

I wake up, hit the streets, with a waist full of heat
On the hunt for them all green dead folks
I turn up, real talk, these hoes gonna need ear plugs for real

I'm in the cut, me and my dogs
Just imagine when we gonna get us a couple millions


[Hook]
I call it a party, it's women and !@!@&&
I ain't tryina have no problem, but I ain't scared of no drama

I swear I'm loving the vibe, so please don't try to kill it
If you ain't ready to ride, then mind your $#&@ing business
I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with

I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with
I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with
I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with

I'm the wrong one to $#&@ with.

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