RMG - No Wrongs or Rights Lyrics

Pick up the phone, tryn text you 'I miss you'
I don't wanna see you cry no need for the tissue
Trying to understand you but no I don't get you
This shit hit hard got me stuck in my feelings
Reminisce bout the times I used thug with you
I don't even want these hoes I just want your attention
You causing me pain and you tryn play victim
I can love on you just know that I can't forgive you
When I'm with you, you bringing me peace
Babygirl you all that I need
No Facetime I need you to see me
Pull up on you, you know that it's easy
I pull up on you, you know that it's nothing
Fighting and fuss then we fighting and f*cking
Nowadays I'm feeling like shit ain't the same
Look at you I can tell you ain't feeling the same
Shit getting old, I'm tired of games
You with me or not, or you f*ck with them lames
You won't go but you know you be tripping
Miss the way we was f*cking and kissing
And you know that we locked in for life
Spin a block for you, do that shit twice
Like Bonnie and Clyde, you know I'm gon ride
They play with you wrong you know they gon die
And I don't give a f*ck what your friends be saying
F*ck them hoes I want you, you be playing
You keep saying that you need some space, yea I already know you been wishing
Been all alone missing your kisses
When I try talk you don't even listen
Baby I just want you to stop tripping
We could have all the diamonds and riches
I hate I had to delete all our pictures
But I want you baby, I don't even want these bitches
And that why that shit hurt the most
If I get another chance baby I'll hold you close
Tryn work on myself to find closure
Just me and you smoking on doja
I'd buy you that new Range Rover
Or you want me to cop that Mercedes
F*ck this shit it's been driving me crazy
I been keeping my distance but I miss you baby
Loving these bitches and getting to this money, got me a bad bitch, ass fat no funny
My bitch so bad she saying she love me
She swallow my kids, I put dick in her tummy
Play with my bitch just know ima crush you
Slide with this drac and get hit with this knuckle
I'm feeling like Brock you know ima buckle
I'm feeling like Brock you know ima blick
Slide on my block and get hit with a stick
After I'm finished leave you in a ditch
I'm banging RMG you know I ain't no bitch
You know I ain't worried bout no bitches
Im just worried bout money and riches
When we ride you know it's 2 switches
I'm with you, tryn run a million
And I hate when you all in your feelings
And I hate when you just don't get it
Like lay the f*ck back let me eat it
I love to hear when you screaming
When we argue, it just be no reason
I miss when this love shit was easy
Like why you be making it hard
Pull up on you and see you tomorrow
We fight, f*ck, and smoke bla
She'll be with me, we spin on the opps
I love when she give me drops
Real Moke shit bitch f*ck the opps