Yung Joey
Текст песни Living Wrong Feat. Yung Bruno

I'm a good nigga, but I'm living so wrong, living so wrong
Living so wrong, living so wrong
We gonna hit the club tonight, we gonna get it on
I'ma blow this loud, we gonna smoke that strong, strong, strong, strong
We gonna pour shots, pour shots of that 'troon, 'troon, 'troon
I'm a good nigga, but I'm living so wrong, living so wrong
I might need a bad bitch tonight and take her home, home, home
We gonna hit some of this loud and pour some 'troon, 'troon
And if she bring a couple of friends with her, then we on, we on

All these pretty bitches in here, somebody roll up
Couple niggers coughing in here I'm like hold up
Came to the club, with racks on top of racks
Benz on top on benz that don't fall off
Pretty bitches seem to excite me
Lame ass niggas wanna fight me
Cause they know I got the potential
To … to fuck they wifey
Sucka ass nigga should have left for home
Sucka ass niggas..
Like I know you with that nigga bitch you better take your drunk ass home
Me I go … drink alcohol pop that beemer
Fuck that nigga ain't your daddy
Pussy nigga probably make your son…
Lame … baby you game or what
Gotta make your decision quick we as in now
… if you down
You know I life a fast life, fast money, fast cars, champagne
You me and your home girl, with her home girl can do the damn thing
First we gonna smoke that loud, then we gonna sip that 'troon
Then we gonna have a party, then you gonna take your ass home

Cause scared money don't make money,
So shake that money maker,
You so thick, I wanna see you pop that pussy
Like you fucked your maker, go

I'm a good nigga, but I'm living so wrong, living so wrong
I might need a bad bitch tonight and take her home, home, home
We gonna hit some of this loud and pour some 'troon, 'troon
And if she bring a couple of friends with her, then we on, we on

Everybody claim they be eating I'm the only nigga with the belly
I'm no biggy, no jigga, no Machiaveli
And I ain't even a rapper really
I'm just a pretty nigga, swagga illy
So I be moving at my own pace
Feel like a nigga running in his own race
I try to buy time, rollie with the gold face
And still I gotta take care own…
So I'm trying to hit me a home run
Get you a home you ain't grown till you own on
Condos, out in callie, in the valley
I've been trying to get an alley, but I settle for a hood bitch
And I threw 26's on the caddie, and the bitches call me daddy
Mane they love me cause I'm hood rich
Yeah, money remains the main focus, so if you ain't get money money
You can't approach us

I'm a good nigga, but I'm living so wrong, living so wrong
I might need a bad bitch tonight and take her home, home, home
We gonna hit some of this loud and pour some 'troon, 'troon
And if she bring a couple of friends with her, then we on, we on.