Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Did Em Wrong, artist - Lil Wyte. Album song Phinally Phamous Chopped & Screwed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.2005
Record label: Asylum, Hypnotize Minds
Song language: English
I Did Em Wrong |
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Ho |
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Ho |
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Ho |
If you a killer motherfucker, bring your anna to my door |
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows |
If you riding with someone you know and they turn up this song |
You riding with a motherfucker that think I did 'em wrong. |
(x2) |
Consequences come to those who chose to fuck with lil wyte |
Not always physical sometimes mental and emotional right |
I’ll outsmart you in a fight and come back harder on the mic |
Theres an inner spiritual demon that possess me to write |
Now that I made all these moves |
My music causing some havoc |
This shit is pick me up so wat in the fuck did you expect god dammit? |
As long as the beat keep on rollin, my pockets gonna get swollen |
I know they hate me, they let me know the first time that I told 'em |
I got a mind and it’s focused |
You got some serious issues |
I got family friends, and fans and you ain’t got no one to miss you |
I bet you’ll life gettin hard |
You lived your life in a yard |
Im for real I know theres something when you sold both of your cars |
You mad at me cause I made it, I’m only havin some fun |
See me on mtv yelling out who gives a fuck where you from |
You might be tough with your gun but look for fun in saddham |
Doubt me now ??? |
I told you wyte was gon drop bombs… |
Yeah it’s time to speed on up, we finna go into another motherfucker |
Galaxy nigga, bass check #2, BEEATCH |
Wake up bitch reality creepin around the corner |
You so fucked up you couldn’t be an organ donor |
When I see you, I’m knockin yo head up off of your shoulders |
You gon be like ah shit when you feel |
These tiny boulders |
You fuckin with the wrong one |
The HCP cracker main, slap you man, stab you man |
Even quick to crack your brain |
I ain’t got no time for hatin faggots on the grind |
Keep on passin by cause I got something |
You’ll never fuckin find |
This the realest of the real |
Hope you feelin it and if you dont |
Extend your arm and grab your remote |
And turn down your radio |
Meanwhile, I’m gon give it raw |
And write it as nasty as this shit can be |
Its easy when you rappin over the hardest motherfuckin beats |
I am not braggin, and I’m not big headed, nor am I conceded |
But I’m proud of myself and the way I supposedly succeeded |
You wanna bring it to my door |
Or be a bitch and catch me slippin |
Either way it goes this unit I’m grippin’s gonna get you, pimpin |