Apollo Gold – Dead Wrong

Apollo Gold – Dead Wrong Lyrics

Artist: Apollo Gold
Song: Dead Wrong

This track a smash
Yuh
Yeah yeah
Kill

Yo turn my music up
Jit just tryna hit him a lick
And make it back home
I remember juggin my licks

Stashin whats that on
My momma on my back
But these n#gg#s neck i stepped on
Try to leave him for dead

I swear that sh#t dead wrong
Jit just tryna hit him a lick
And make it back home
I remember juggin my licks

Stashin whats that on
My momma on my back
But these n#gg#s neck i stepped on
Try to leave him for dead

I swear that sh#t dead wrong
Glock 40 (40, 40, grraah)
Right in my pants
n#gg# run up on me (on me, on me, wooo)

Choppa make him dance
Boolin by my lonely (lonely, lonely)
Thats how i made thesе bands
Shawtys

Im loving the way how that b#tch dance
He don’t want {?}, hе don’t want drama
Up this 45, got that bag make you fumble
Do this rap sh#t for my fans and my momma

If it was for me woulda been with nada
In the strip make it rain make it dolla
That b#tch she hot like a mf sauna
See that b#tch trappin’ she count up the money

I don’t give a f#ck bout these n#gg#s
They snitches on momma
I get arrested for the money
I get arrested for the commas

I get arrested for the bag
I get arrested for the hundreds
I get arrested with a bad b#tch
Pull up in #ss as a hummer

I get arrested when i wake up in the morning
Look up and everything all there
Jit just tryna hit him a lick
And make it back home

I remember juggin my licks
Stashin whats that on
My momma on my back
But these n#gg#s neck i stepped on

Try to leave him for dead
I swear that sh#t dead wrong
Jit just tryna hit him a lick
And make it back home

I remember juggin my licks
Stashin whats that on
My momma on my back
But these n#gg#s neck i stepped on

Try to leave him for dead
I swear that sh#t dead wrong
Cause its dead wrong
Woah

Cause its dead wrong
Woah
That sh#t dead wrong
Woah

Yeah yeah
Aye
So many late nights i ain’t making it home
Only 13 i was ripping the bong

You cannot touch me when i’m in my zone
All of the hounds round me like they cloned
They pickup and dump off the bones
p#ss# so sweet cause its wrapped up in chrome

My rizz is magic
I open these portals like wong
One look at your girl and she wanna bone
You mad cause i’m ripping her thong

So you get to blasting
Ima fight back and your spirit is gone
She giving me throat
Feel it from head to my toes

Baby she really the goat
Stacking montana like joe
Back from the south you can tell by my golds
Making this money and look out for foes

Thats what my momma done told me (momma)
24 beam and it like up like kobe (faahh, faahh, faahh)
f#ck what you p#ssies done told me (f#ck you b#tch)
f#ck what you p#ssies done told me (f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck)

Out in miami don’t f#ck with no 12
Smoking piscati right up on the shelf
Yeah she f#ck with me cause of my wealth, (cha-ching)
Boosted my stamina

Boosted my health
Rolls-royce coming in 22′
Throwing these punches and these elbows too
Round my neck i got hella fruits

Out in miami got 20 coupes
Drop the top down on a sunday feeling good
Picked up and big fat booty b#tch straight from the hood
Pick her up, drop it down

Yeah she love it, yeah she love my sound
Out in miami i drop it down
Yeah she calling me papi now
Leg up when i f#ck yo b#tch

Leg up cause i’m really rich
Leg up when i f#ck yo b#tch
Leg up cause i’m really rich, yuh
Leg up cause i’m really rich
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Apollo Gold Lyrics – Dead Wrong

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Release Year: 2022