Maqel - dead wrong

(Yeah)
This how it go
(Cmon Maqel)

Got a bag on that nigga head, he gon' get gone
If you say that you love me bae, you'll be dead wrong
When you told me you got me, please never let go
I got money on a nigga top, give me one call
Can you move out the way?
Cuz' I'm with gang, we coming through
You got money on your noggin nigga, what you wanna do?
You be posting all them pistols, niggas know we got em too
I'm with gang and we cool
Nigga I don't make the rules

Got a .45 on me if a nigga do me dirty
I got his bitch on me, she gon suck me like she Kirby
We gon' get a hole in one, you still begging for a birdie
If he plotting, do him smirky
We caught him lacking early
I told him you ain't never been
Why you talking bout that shit that you ain't ever did
Got all this money on me and it's evident
She told me she ain't been the same, ever since
I done left her with her groupie little friends
I done pulled up in a Maybach, this a benz
What you doing when you make it?
It depends
I could take your bitch to places she never been
If you come for what is mine, then you gotta die
If they plotting on your guys, why they still alive?
That nigga calling me his twin, we are not alike
His shorty asked me how I'm doing said I'm mighty fine nigga

Got a bag on that nigga head, he gon' get gone
If you say that you love me bae, you'll be dead wrong
When you told me you got me, please never let go
I got money on a nigga top, give me one call
Can you move out the way?
Cuz' I'm with gang, we coming through
You got money on your noggin nigga, what you wanna do?
You be posting all them pistols, niggas know we got em too
I'm with gang and we cool
Nigga I don't make the rules

Buddy you won't have a clue
Like the dog that's colored blue
If you wanna try me, we gon' send you through the roof
I told lil' mama come on, I could take you to the moon
I did this shit on my own, I ain't never had a spoon
I be stingy with my money I don't really like to share it
You be posting in a Porsche, when we all know that it's your parents
Why the fuck you keep on bragging bout' the shit that you inherit?
I got so much money on me I took my side lil' bitch to Paris

Got a bag on that nigga head, he gon' get gone
If you say that you love me bae, you'll be dead wrong
When you told me you got me, please never let go
I got money on a nigga top, give me one call
Can you move out the way?
Cuz' I'm with gang, we coming through
You got money on your noggin nigga, what you wanna do?
You be posting all them pistols, niggas know we got em too
I'm with gang and we cool
Nigga I don't make the rules

Okay, got a bag on that nigga head
I want that nigga dead (c'mon Maqel)
Bag on that nigga head
I want that motherfucking nigga dead

Written by:
Maqel Colon

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