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letra de wasn't right - joemari

wasn’t right lyrics
[intro]
rayo

[chorus: joemari]
they said they love me but i know they lyin’
they can’t invite us to no party ’cause we turn that sh-t to columbine
all this designer on my skin hide the hurt inside
and i can’t give no one my trust ’cause i’m traumatized
don’t condone it, you the ho’ type
keep the gun, he won’t fire
won’t give a f-ck about the fame ’cause i’m dyin’ ’bout mine
don’t make me blackout in that off-white
b.b. simon on my waistline
i did a lot of sh-t before that i knew wasn’t right

[verse 1: poodhi]
i got these shooters by my side and they not hesitant (yeah)
i got some k!llers by my side who really represent (yeah)
i know some n-ggas get you gone just for actin’ like you strong
who the f-ck put this n-gga on, no lullaby we got him gone
with a glock nine (yeah), you know i’m ’bout mine (yeah)
you know the stats too (yeah), it ain’t sh-t to hoop to (no)
b-tch don’t call no fouls when we press you
i’m off-white like i’m [?]
tell these n-ggas come and catch up, yeah (catch up catch up, yeah)
he say the [?] that n-gga lied, our baby choked (choked, choked)
but what the f-ck this n-gga even tell me for (for, for)
he must be f-ckin’ with them n-ggas doin’ checkups
just lost they filter, should’ve never trust ’em, yeah
am i in the wrong?
just for rockin’ with you, should never brought you alone
ah, [?] this place called home
now i never trust him, i walk around with this chrome
[chorus: joemari]
they said they love me but i know they lyin’
they can’t invite us to no party ’cause we turn that sh-t to columbine
all this designer on my skin hide the hurt inside
and i can’t give no one my trust ’cause i’m traumatized
don’t condone it, you the ho’ type
keep the gun, he won’t fire
won’t give a f-ck about the fame ’cause i’m dyin’ ’bout mine
don’t make me blackout in that off-white
b.b. simon on my waistline
i did a lot of sh-t before that i knew wasn’t right

[verse 2: joemari]
lately i’ve been having dreams about me dyin’ (ah)
but i had more dreams about me takin’ n-ggas lives
i know how shorty always worry ’cause i might not make it back
i told her she don’t gotta front, ’cause i’m always back with stakes
they ain’t for me, they get whacked
them n-ggas ain’t active [?] aim
these in my pants, pardon my b-tch
know i headshot, made it happen
my next shots are gon’ make you wish you treat me better
and this a cold world but this heater better than sweater
i’m tired of sending rose letters ’til this sh-t don’t feel right
i swear my gang a bunch of thieves and n-ggas be takin’ lives
i swear my heart so cold, i’m pourin’ it with these lies
i had to x some n-ggas out, they did me wrong a bunch of times
but i’m [?] about these diamonds, bank account a lot of commas
l.o.v.e., broken promises everyday been on lock
been tryna show ’em that i care but that sh-t don’t feel right
it just gave me lot of scars that i can’t hide from god’s eyes
[chorus: joemari]
they said they love me but i know they lyin’
they can’t invite us to no party ’cause we turn that sh-t to columbine
all this designer on my skin hide the hurt inside
and i can’t give no one my trust ’cause i’m traumatized
don’t condone it, you the ho’ type
keep the gun, he won’t fire
won’t give a f-ck about the fame ’cause i’m dyin’ ’bout mine
don’t make me blackout in that off-white
b.b. simon on my waistline
i did a lot of sh-t before that i knew wasn’t right

- joemari

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