SoulChef – Write this Down x Dead Wrong

SoulChef – Write this Down x Dead Wrong Lyrics

Artist: SoulChef
Song: Write this Down x Dead Wrong

Relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, m#th*rf#ck*r say your prayers

Hail mary full of grace, smack the b#tch in the face
Take her gucci bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey

I don’t wanna rape ya, i just want the paper
The visa, capeesha? i’m out like, “the vapors”
Who’s the one you call mr. macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like camacho, i got so

Much style i should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up n#gg#s need to wake up
Smell the indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then f#ck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia

She don’t remember sh#t! just the two hits!
Her hittin’ the floor, and me hittin’ the clit’
Suckin’ on the t#ts! had the hooker beggin’ for the dick
And your moms ain’t ugly love, my dick got rock quick

I guess i was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown
I was “humpin’ around” and “jump-in around”
Jacked her then i asked her who’s the man, she said, “b-i-g”
Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you’re dead wrong)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on
You’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on
When i get dusted, i like to spread the blood like mustard

Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over lucifer, i’m more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you’ll kibbitz, i’ll flip it
Tears don’t affect me, i hit ’em with the tec

G’s disrespect me, my potency is deadly
I’m shootin’ babies, no ifs ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis

After she sucked the dick, i stabbed her brother with the icepick
Because he wanted me to f#ck him from the back
But smalls don’t get down like that
Found your father hidin’ in a room, f#cked him with the broom

Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you’re dealin’ with?
Anybody step into my path is f#ckin’ feelin’ it!
Hardcore, i got it sucked like a p#ss#

Stab ya ’til you’re gushy, so please don’t push me
I’m using rubbers so they won’t trace the s#men
The black demon, got the little hookers screamin’
Because you know i love it young, fresh and green

With no hair in between, know what i mean?
The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on
You’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on

You’re dead wrong
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