Hit‐boy - Wyo
Overige artiesten: Sob x rbe

Yeah
Hit-Boy
Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong
Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on

Yeah, if you ain't know
All my niggas with the shit if you ain't know
If it ain't about a bag, then I can't go
I know your nigga wanna be me, tell 'em take notes
200 on the dash, you gon' drive a nigga crazy
We can't even talk, dumb bitch, like she played me
She was in the Beamer, I was slidin' in a Mercedes
All this fuckin' smoke in my lungs got me faded
Smokin' to the neck, if I roll it, I'ma face it
She wanna get to know me, tryna start a conversation
She know I'm gettin' money, I look better 'cause I'm famous
My niggas in the field, we don't do the entertainment
My diamonds really real, we don't do the imitation
I promise I'ma go and get this bag and won't break it
That shit was mine under in that whip until we paint it
Still with the same team, ain't no tradin'


Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong
Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on
'Cause sometimes I can't tell right from wrong
I'm just tryna get high, tryna see what you on

Lil' baby, what you on?
Give her ass a piece, now she fiending for some more
We can take a trip to wherever, let's go
Pussy so fat it won't fit in the thong
Gone up with the gang, 'til I pull up in a Ghost
You fuckin' with a lamb, 'til I get his ass gone
Pussy so good, had to put it in a song
Pussy so good, I don't wanna do you wrong
Been ignorin' all my calls, tell me what you want
Even I ain't at the house, I still want you home
And I don't even move that fast but can you fuck it slow
Designer on the prices while I turnt the pole
And she look dead in my eye when she suck soft
Told her everything about me, still, ain't none to talk
I got her high off this dick, she done took a dose
And I'ma tell her how it is, ain't no sugar coat

Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong
Baby, slide, I'm tryna see what you on
'Cause sometimes I can't tell right from wrong
I'm just tryna get high, tryna see what you on

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