笨小笨Wrong歌词由YoungBoy Never Broke Again演唱，出自专辑《Decided 2》，下面是《Wrong》完整版歌词！
Wrong歌词完整版
Wrong - Youngboy Never Broke Again
Lyrics by：Daniel Lebrun/Jaylon Brown/Julian Varlet/Kentrell Gaulden
Composed by：Daniel Lebrun/Jaylon Brown/Julian Varlet/Kentrell Gaulden
Produced by：Dissan/JBthaDon
D-Roc
Look shot the **** just me and Ten
Shorty house my big sister kid
Started off I was broke as ****
Now I came up and I'm millions in
Shorty whole world ****** up he need all ends
**** a nigga whole world up take his soul then
You love me
***** you a ******* lie
Treated me bad once you won me over and I don't know why
Give it one more chance I tried I tried
When grandma died along my soul died
I'm a lonely child now just tell me I ain't ****
I know
Let it out or be something wrong
Maybe I showed
That I don't need them around
****** up wish I could call Rich
**** that I don't know who my friend
Niggas been cliquin' up with niggas like they want it with me
All on my **** when I'm around I got choppers in
And you ain't safe ***** no I don't play *****
I take this cutter and cut up and shoot you in your ******* face *****
Niggas ain't been playin' 'bout **** when I cry you won't try again
I ain't got no purpose so I'm gon' cut up for Big Dump *****
We see the enemy then we dump d**e in my speakers and the trunk *****
And ain't no scorin' it's just for one
This for my youngins who see trucks and they run
This for that youngin had to take his partner life behind a gun
This for my mama and that trauma and that time that I done spun
Spinnin' on you ***** niggas and livin' like a rich nigga
KD can't walk wish I could sit with him or **** a ***** with him
She eat his d**k behind and I kill her my clique too official
Eighty things no girl it be all boy serve it like that raw hard
I can't wait 'til Meech come home so he can get right back in charge
I buy that ***** new Chanel and a Rolls-Royce
If I grab that stick I cause hell and it's over
And I'm dumb as **** I done fell for this girl God
I looked at my nigga Rich he can tell
Slime gettin' high 'til I think I'm in heaven
'Cause everyone 'round do not fit me in hell
Hold up that ***** don't want you you gon' trap her
I been locked inside the stu' like a trapper
If we catch one of these rappers we gon' wrap them
Seen that lil' boy when I came home I got after
You stupid ***** Nike make you run way faster should've had some
Now that's what you get from tryna take the title off of my drum
I was fumblin' with that chopper I swung through they said I had one
And my daddy gettin' on my a*s 'cause he say we could just sent one
Hall of fame of manipulation in interrogation room
This **** we goin' through'll make you choose and want to break the broom
After all that I been through it make you choose
I don't got faith in you
They laugh but I ain't cool when I abuse feel like I break the room
We argue as we feud sometimes I just plan on shakin' you
Battin' you and just handlin' you turn you 'round and just do what I do
When I come through I'll make a body fall
When I come through lookin' out for all of y'all
