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Wrong Ones
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Lil Jairmy
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Gave my heart to the wrong ones, realized wasn't no love Don't know how I'd make it through this shit if I wasn't on drugs Taking trips with them bricks, on the road makin' long runs I don't know what else to say, I gave my heart to the wrong ones I gave my heart to the wrong ones, realized wasn't no love I don't know how I'd make it through this shit if I wasn't on drugs I'm taking trips with them bricks, on the road makin' long runs I don't know what else to say, gave my heart to the wrong ones They done put him through so much, got him thinkin' ain't no love Got him givin' up so young, he just lovin' the wrong ones When it get real, girl, I don't run, I'ma die when my time come If I tell 'em how I really feel, they tell me I sound dumb A couple that I loved played me to the curb like I'm random Knowin' when they had questions, I'm the one gave 'em the answer Heard he on his ass now, and I'll be damned if I help him Tried to save these niggas at first, then I took off and I left 'em My dawg called me talkin' 'bout suicide, ain't know what to tell him Part of me thought he was crazy, other part of me felt him I done gave my heart to a couple these bitches and we no longer together I done lost a few niggas to this shit, but I know they with me forever, yeah, yeah Gave my heart to the wrong ones, realized wasn't no love Don't know how I'd make it through this shit if I wasn't on drugs Taking trips with them bricks, on the road makin' long runs I don't know what else to say, I gave my heart to the wrong ones I gave my heart to the wrong ones, realized wasn't no love I don't know how I'd make it through this shit if I wasn't on drugs I'm taking trips with them bricks, on the road makin' long runs I don't know what else to say, gave my heart to the wrong ones Yeah, gave you my heart and you bashed me Would've gave it to you, you stole from me, you could've asked me Talk deep in these streets, gotta watch police, they gon' harass me Way I ride through the city, I ain't doin' no slippin', got a stick on the backseat Yeah, run this shit like track meet These bitches can't trap me, I'ma put it on they face like acne I just ain't rappin', hell nah, these niggas ain't jack me Heard niggas wan' whack me, these pussy ass niggas just acting, yeah, yeah I ain't really goin' back and forth We up, nigga, who keep score? Sticks and pistols, that's galore I ain't backing down from war I can't never ever switch, forever sticking to the code Dropping dick on all these hoes Flood my wrist and now it's froze Seen some switch up on that road, I was just tryna get it right 'Member times, toss and turnin', I can't even sleep at night Told my dawg, "Even when you're eatin', you still gotta keep your appetite" When you thuggin' it in these streets, sometimes you gotta sacrifice I seen these niggas be snitching, whole name in black and white Can't any bitch just get with me, I'm real picky, she not my type I cut that ho off soon as we get started I swear to God, had her gone before the morning
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