Did Me Wrong Lyrics
I Wrote This Song For The Last B!tch That Did Me Wrong
I Can’t Believe Your Turned Your Back When I Was All Alone
The Feds Took My Friends From Me And I Was On My Own
They Gon’ Try To Take Our Swag, But They Could Never Clone Us
The Richest In My Family, At Nineteen, I Grown Up
Niggas Call For Me And I Don’t Even Pick My Phone Up
Don’t Want No Company ’cause Lately Ain’t Been Feelin’ No One
They Plan On Slumpin’ Me, But Comfortably, We Keep It On Us
I Think Of Butta Every Single Time That I Perform
And I Put On Different Saint Laurent For My Cologne
It’s Hard To Tell If Niggas Jealous If They Never Met Us
I Don’t Know If I Should Take A Picture Or Put ’em On A Stretcher
Headshot, You All Alone, No Time To Send A Message
When You Feel It In Your Bones The Only Time You Regret It
Highbridge, We Got Big Swag, I Know You Big Mad
Luckily It Was A Shit Bag And Not A Zip Bag
But Fu*k That Shit, I Wrote This Song For The— Ha
I Wrote This Song For The Last B!tch That Did Me Wrong
Hate That I Met Her Even Though I Know She Knew Me Better
Everything Biggavelli, Brand New Benz Coupes
Can’t Even Blame You If You Cross Me ’cause I Sin Too
I Pray To God For All This Money That I Ran Through
You Think You Shinin’ In The Light, Well, B!tch, I Lamp Too
Get A ‘mani, Catch A Flight Right To Cancún
It Was Hard To Ride The Wave, But I Swam Through
On A Pj, Me And All My Damn Goons
I’m So High, I Feel Like Landin’ On The Damn Moon
Baby, We Ride, Goin’ Back To Back In Phantoms
I Don’t Want You To Call Me Crazy, Baby, Call Me Hussein
The Big Body Heavy, It Needed Two Lanes
Two Frames, Cartier Glasses, I See Right Through Things
One Thing That You Can Never Call Me Is Plain, Hey
Plain Jane Patek Philippe, It’ll Cost You Everything
A-b-double O-g-i-e, Od Louis, Baby
Ooh, She Crazy, I’ma Be Dtb ’til I’m Probably Eighty
Probably Cost Me Half A Milli’ And I Go To Saudi, Baby
I’m Leaving On A Jet Plane And
I Don’t Know When I’ll Be Coming Back Here, Baby
It’s Not You, It’s Me, I Started Moving So Toxic Lately
Ho*s And These Streets Got Me So Cold Hearted Lately
Too Soon, This Lifestyle Too Soon
And Lil’ Mama Said It Was Too Soon To Get That Two-tone
Cuban Link, Yellow And White Or The Rose Gold
Got You Them Precise Cut Diamonds, They Got A Ringtone
And I Got Murder Bravado Up On My Legs, Ooh
And That Sf90 Ain’t Got No Legroom
She Broke My Heart Into Pieces Like It Was A Pencil
Quit Showin’ Off And Let Me Fu*k Your Friend Soon
I Keep A Tooly On My Waist Like A Utensil
I Put Them Rocks Around Your Neck Just Like A Flintstone
We Started Off With True Religions With The Balmain
Wanna Be Different, I Say Lanvin, You Say Lanvin
I Wrote This Song For The Last B!tch That Did Me Wrong
I Can’t Believe Your Turned Your Back When I Was All Alone
The Feds Took My Friends From Me And I Was On My Own
They Gon’ Try To Take Our Swag, But They Could Never Clone Us
The Richest In My Family, At Nineteen, I Grown Up
Niggas Call For Me And I Don’t Even Pick My Phone Up
Don’t Want No Company ’cause Lately Ain’t Been Feelin’ No One
They Plan On Slumpin’ Me, But Comfortably, We Keep It On Us
