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wrong - frozonee lyrics

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(intro)
oooo yeah
ooooooo yeah (woah woah)
ooooooo yeah (woah woah)
ohh ohh
i just wanna make it right before i go
its frozonee b*tch
yuh yuh
yeah yeah

(lil dell)
i just wanna make it right before i go
mom i’m sorry bout them nights when i wasn’t answering the
phone
tell my b*tch i’m sorry i was f*cking round with these hoe’s
tell my daughter that i’m sorry i wasn’t there to watch her grow
everything i say they try to take it wrong
i already made it right they tryna make me wrong
f*ck the media they think i’m finna trade my soul
f*ck the industry i think they tryna take my soul
pistol living sh*t correct mе right if i’m wrong
i rather clutch these pistol’s tight can’t lеt these n*gga’s scope
and this sh*t just be felling right forgive me if i’m wrong
i know i ain’t living right god bless my soul yuh yuh
i know i ain’t supposed to question god but why this had to come
and this another test for you to try and show me if i’m strong
(frozonee)
i just ask for strength and pray to god bring all my n*gga’s home
trappin,robbin,pimping,k!lling, never know what my n*gga’s on
told lil bro don’t get to comfortable keep your eyes on em
shoot a n*gga on sight catch em lacking now i’m bad and open fire
on em you type to snitch on your right man hand then tell a lie on em
you grew up on love and i was raised on survivor
swear i done seen b*tches stomp that blow
i done seen n*gga’s snort that coke
they telling me young n*gga move that dope
but i’m busy going hard in the o
i done f*cked of half a both
need 900 cash for show
big nine good for lasting long
came from nine we lasting long yeah
gang in this b*tch big stick yeah
i was with bug hitting l!cks
we don’t give a f*ck who you with
so you better come with the sh*ts
i can’t play it by the rules
the reason i make n*gga’s sick
i made my name from being cool
i been cold heart since a jit
frozonee b*tch

(lil dell)
i just wanna make it right before i go
mom i’m sorry bout them nights when i wasn’t answering the phone
tell my b*tch i’m sorry i was f*cking round with these hoe’s
tell my daughter that i’m sorry i wasn’t there to watch her grow
everything i say they try to take it wrong
i already made it right they tryna make me wrong
f*ck the media they think i’m finna trade my soul
f*ck the industry i think they tryna take my soul

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