Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Paljusevic
Songwriter
Lyrics
Don't get me wrong
Don't get me wrong
Ayy
Yea
Fuck what you think
Wanna see me then you better not blink
I be moving so fast but I hop out a tank
As I'm laughing my ass all the way to the bank
Laughin my ass off nah you a lame
Got it on stain like a bucket of paint
Big Gifted yo what can I say
You ain't ready to rumble don't walk in the ring
Mmm yea lookin at me
Why's everybody always lookin at me
Balmain jeans Balmain white tee
All they see is they ain't like me
Ain't like me and I'm not like you
How many bitches I got? Like two
One I fuck and the other I screw
While the other one is too busy at school
Don't get me wrong If I had someone I love
I'd give her the world and let her drink from my cup
I won't even care if we argue we'll make up
Hope I don't fuck it up but knowing my luck
Knowing my luck I probably will I'm sorry to Gina
I don't where you are but I just wanna see ya
When We met at the bar I was happy to meet ya
When we kissed at the bar it was something like Katrina
In my life you stormed in like a hurricane
Every girl that I been with since you was only to nourish pain
Every girl that I been with since you Don't even feel the same
Even if I gotta move on girl I'm happy I met you
Even if I gotta move on girl I'll never forget you
But I'll try to you was my girl you was my boo
You can cry girl ima cry too
Fuck no I'm not fine with this
Ima just spit some turn up shit and try to get my mind off it
Fuck what you think
Wanna see me then you better not blink
I be moving so fast but I hop out a tank
As I'm laughing my ass all the way to the bank
Laughin my ass off nah you a lame
Got it on stain like a bucket of paint
Big Gifted yo what can I say
You ain't ready to rumble don't walk in the ring
Yeah
I'll give you a whole lot of kisses
I'll give you a whole lot of kids
And when we get back to the place that we live in
I'll clean up the crib and I'll help with the dishes
But I won't be in the kitchen
Nah and neither will you
Look I'll pay somebody to do it instead
You know I got bread you know I could spend
My time with like 5 dimes but I rather chill with you instead
If that ain't real then blue is red
I have to feel your boobs your breasts
Gotta in my hands and my lips on your neck
I'm goin way up I want you to come with me
I'm goin way up I want you to come with me
Don't get me wrong
I still fuck with you
Writer(s): George Paljusevic
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