Right or Wrong ft. Mani Jaee Lyrics

Even when the sky comes falling

Even when the sun don't shine

I got faith in you and I

Loady

So put your pretty little hand in mine

Even when we're down to the wire baby

Even when it's do or die

We could do it baby, simple and plain

Cause this love is a sure thing

You could bet that

Never gotta sweat that

You could bet that

Never gotta sweat that

You could bet that

Never gotta sweat that

Ayee

Ayee, Loady

I'm tryna build withcha (let's get it)

I can be yo Tommy you can be my hilfiger (yaah)

I know he hurt you girl but i can make you heal quicka (facts)

You let a broke nigga make you cry, I'm a mil ticcet (raccs)

I be watching Raising Kanan but I'm the real 50 (no cap)

She so motherfuccn perfect but she real iffy (uhn)

I bought purses she ask baby is it real Fendi (huh)

That's just like askin me, Loady is you a real nigga

Hop up out that Bentayga, this the real Bentley (real one)

I'm so selfish i don't like my bitches real friendly

Take ha on trips, we having talks, she want a real bidness (bossy)

She wanna get drunk off my love i told ha it kill kidneys (yeh)

Ass so fat you see when she walk, that ass got real switches (bounce it)

Fascinated with my life she heard I kill niggas (facts)

I be so mfn fly i feel like Bill Clinton

Say she gone match my fly, come here Hill Clinton (Hillary)

I might just drop down to my knees, cause she my real misses

Even when the bitches keep calling

Even when these bitches tell lies

You with yo hitta baby right or wrong

You the reason that I'm writing this song

She said never had a nigga that just be poppin it off (jumpin)

She said them lames niggas couldn't hang witta

They was just droppin it off (tricc)

She said she cried inna couple cars

But not with the top uh it off (no cap)

I told ha we heading to the top

She thinkin I'm talmbout golf (top golf)

I don't flex baby (uhun)

But i wanna see you touch yo toes in that dress baby (ayye)

I'm like fuck them other hoes you the best baby (special)

Them bitches ain't throwing it back like you that's facts yo sex crazy (pressure)

You make a mess baby (yeh)

Got them chanels on (classy)

She be rockn ha toes out, she ha got ha feet done with ha nails on (she sassy)

Send me pics, ask where her dick and i just head home (I'm gone)

My bitch legit and she on ha shìt plus she got a head on (right)

I got ha head gone (yeh yeh yeh yeh)

Even when the bitches keep callin

Even when these bitches tell lies

You with yo hitta baby right or wrong

You the reason that I'm writing this song

Even when the bitches keep callin

Even when these bitches tell lies

You with yo hitta baby right or wrong

You the reason that I'm writing this song

Loady

You the reason