Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do No Wrong , by - Tyla Yaweh. Release date: 14.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Do No Wrong |
| I like her demeanor, yeah, I like my bitches meaner, uh |
| Can’t even get them racks up, that’s Venus and Serena |
| You see these diamonds clean up, ooh, my bitch drive a 2021 |
| Boy, you actin' mad 'cause you drive a Kia |
| I’m in my bag, bag, bag, your racks sad today |
| so fast today |
| I might mix the 42, I chase you with Lemonade |
| Outside with my niggas, we don’t give a fuck |
| Keep a .40 in the Louis bag, I seen some demons I can’t trust |
| Mm-hm, drugs all in my system that I trust |
| Mm-hm, I know that shit make my heartrate up |
| Mm-hm, McLaren 720, lift it up |
| Mm-hm, when I’m down please don’t call my phone |
| I been in my zone (Zone) |
| Ridin' with this pistol, nigga, this ain’t what you want (Want) |
| I been with them killers, sippin' lean, this ain’t Patron ('Tron) |
| I can drop a check right on your head and get you gone (Grrt) |
| Demons take your soul, yeah, my bitches on go (Go) |
| For this Birkin bag, yeah, she gon' touch her toes (Toes) |
| We ain’t never mad, gotta fly across the globe (Yeah) |
| That’s just what that check do |
| Once you get your bag up (Yeah), then they gon' respect you (Yeah) |
| Riding dirty sipping dirty with that 30 |
| I’m a big phoenix, I been working since a birdie |
| With a bad bitch suck my dick like a Slurpee |
| Tell that bitch I’m tired of the damn games, ain’t no Kirby |
| Say you love me but you so concerned in tryna hurt me |
| Tryna torture my heart, kill me slowly but surely |
| Bitch, I won’t give in, Cartier my lens (Woo) |
| Live this life of sin, bitch, this Oomp’s revenge |
| And lovin' that, baby, where you goin'? |
| I need some of that |
| I just got a gig for five-hundred racks |
| That’s enough to make a bitch sit and do jumpin' jacks |
| Told her Rey Mysterio, lil' bitch, I’ma jump on that |
| I been in my zone (Zone) |
| Ridin' with this pistol, nigga, this ain’t what you want (Want) |
| I been with them killers, sippin' lean, this ain’t Patron ('Tron) |
| I can drop a check right on your head and get you gone (Grrt) |
| Demons take your soul, yeah, my bitches on go (Go) |
| For this Birkin bag, yeah, she gon' touch her toes (Toes) |
| We ain’t never mad, gotta fly across the globe (Yeah) |
| That’s just what that check do |
| Once you get your bag up (Yeah), then they gon' respect you (Yeah) |