Yung Joey - Living Wrong Feat. Yung Bruno lyrics

rate me

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.