Don't Get Me Wrong Lyrics

Don't get me wrong

Don't get me wrong

Ayy

Yea

Fuck what you think

Wanna see me then you better not blink

I be moving so fast but I hop out a tank

As I'm laughing my ass all the way to the bank

Laughin my ass off nah you a lame

Got it on stain like a bucket of paint

Big Gifted yo what can I say

You ain't ready to rumble don't walk in the ring

Mmm yea lookin at me

Why's everybody always lookin at me

Balmain jeans Balmain white tee

All they see is they ain't like me

Ain't like me and I'm not like you

How many bitches I got? Like two

One I fuck and the other I screw

While the other one is too busy at school

Don't get me wrong If I had someone I love

I'd give her the world and let her drink from my cup

I won't even care if we argue we'll make up

Hope I don't fuck it up but knowing my luck

Knowing my luck I probably will I'm sorry to Gina

I don't where you are but I just wanna see ya

When We met at the bar I was happy to meet ya

When we kissed at the bar it was something like Katrina

In my life you stormed in like a hurricane

Every girl that I been with since you was only to nourish pain

Every girl that I been with since you Don't even feel the same

Even if I gotta move on girl I'm happy I met you

Even if I gotta move on girl I'll never forget you

But I'll try to you was my girl you was my boo

You can cry girl ima cry too

Fuck no I'm not fine with this

Ima just spit some turn up shit and try to get my mind off it

Fuck what you think

Wanna see me then you better not blink

I be moving so fast but I hop out a tank

As I'm laughing my ass all the way to the bank

Laughin my ass off nah you a lame

Got it on stain like a bucket of paint

Big Gifted yo what can I say

You ain't ready to rumble don't walk in the ring

Yeah

I'll give you a whole lot of kisses

I'll give you a whole lot of kids

And when we get back to the place that we live in

I'll clean up the crib and I'll help with the dishes

But I won't be in the kitchen

Nah and neither will you

Look I'll pay somebody to do it instead

You know I got bread you know I could spend

My time with like 5 dimes but I rather chill with you instead

If that ain't real then blue is red

I have to feel your boobs your breasts

Gotta in my hands and my lips on your neck

I'm goin way up I want you to come with me

I'm goin way up I want you to come with me

Don't get me wrong

I still fuck with you