Wrong One Songtext
von GloRilla

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
GloRilla
(Whew) uh (whew), uh (whew) uh (whew)
Uh (whew) uh (whew) uh (whew) uh (whew)
Uh (whew) uh (whew) uh (hey) uh (hey)

He had the right game, but he just picked the wrong one
(Fuck is wrong with this dumb-ass nigga?)
Uh, I had to show him I′m that bitch, but I'm my daddy son
Mm, I′m the one, mm
Slime, hoe! When it come to doggin' niggas, I do that for fun (yeah)
I do that for fun (yeah), I do that for fun (I'm a dog)
Steady shittin′ up on these bitches like I got the runs (I′m the shit)
Like I got the runs (I'm the shit), like I got the runs (I′m the shit)


He got the right bitch (right bitch) wrong time (wrong time)
AP, he on my time (my time)
Delivery on Amazon Prime
I'm bad as fuck, it should be a crime (bad)
Postin′ thoughts, fuck what they think (fuck)
I'll have a nigga thinkin′ with his meat (what?)
One thing I ain't is fuckin' cheap (fuck that)
You sure that′s the nigga you wanna keep? (You sure?)

You used to be the shit in school, but now it′s my turn (woah)
Hit me from the back after I bust over his sideburns (woo)
I be makin' hits, but you should know I′m not a fighter (hahaha)
(I made the motherfucker blow, you know that, yeah)

I'm a nigga biggest blessin′, he don't even care to sneeze (achoo)
Pull up in that ah, ah, it don′t even got no key (skrrt)
Shit on bitches all year, I don't let bitches get a season
Go ask that hoe why she don't like me, bitch won′t even have a reason

He ask what nigga I be rappin′ 'bout, I told him,"I′m just rhymin', baby"
Soon as he click on my IG, nigga get to masturbatin′ (ooh)
(Motherfuckin' tender dick-ass nigga)
Soon as he click on my IG, nigga get to masturbatin′


He had the right game, but he just picked the wrong one
(Fuck is wrong with this dumb-ass nigga?)
Uh, I had to show him I'm that bitch, but I'm my daddy son
Mm, I′m the one, mm
Slime, hoe! When it come to doggin′ niggas, I do that for fun (yeah)
I do that for fun (yeah), I do that for fun (I'm a dog)
Steady shittin′ up on these bitches like I got the runs
Like I got the runs, like I got the runs

Uh, come get your nigga, he's sendin′ me pictures
He givin' me money and all of his weed
Sendin′ me paragraphs, pourin' his heart out
Sayin' some shit I ain′t gon′ even read, uh
(No, I ain't readin′ that shit, no)
(It's Carbon, bitch)

And he believin′ that I love him, nigga, you can't be that dumb
Don′t really recall conceiving, but you bitches is my sons
And we ain't beefin' over social, I could never break my thumb
Won′t cut deals for no promoters, you can′t pay, I can't perform

Talk to niggas how I want to, and they let me (ay)
They love me, when I′m talkin' ′bout my shit, they say it's sexy (aha)
These niggas be so cap (what?), that′s why I don't do no textin' (nah)
You know I ain′t your bitch and now my nigga so don′t question me (fool nigga)
(Mm-mm, mm-mm, your ass is dumb, mm-mm, mm-mm)

He had the right game, but he just picked the wrong one
(Fuck is wrong with this dumb-ass nigga?)
Uh, I had to show him I'm that bitch, but I′m my daddy son
Mm, I'm the one, mm
Slime, hoe! When it come to doggin′ niggas, I do that for fun (yeah)
I do that for fun (yeah), I do that for fun (I'm a dog)
Steady shittin′ up on these bitches like I got the runs
Like I got the runs, like I got the runs