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Wrong wit u Video (MV)




Performed By: TC bud
Language: English
Length: 4:15
Written by: Tory Wilson




TC bud - Wrong wit u Lyrics
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What type of man don't like money
What's wrong wit you
Sitting on the couch steady loafing
Like you scared of loot
You 32 at your mom house
What's wrong wit you
Yean never got work
What's wrong wit you
What type of man don't like money
What's wrong wit you
Sitting on the couch steady loafing
Like you scared of loot
You 32 at your mom house
What's wrong wit you
So you ain't never got shit on shit dawg
What's wrong wit you
I ball no better yet I haul
I want it all can't spare a nigga one crumb
Play the hard way young nigga fear nun
I gotta lion heart
And I bear arms
Like I'm speaking tongues
They don't comprehend
Until it go down
These lanes sleeping in
I'm all in the win
I guess you came to lose
You go for anything
April fools
A room ain't a enough
I need a house to breath
Several cars one broad
And a couple seeds
I think with my heart
I let my mind wonder
Tired of paper checks
I'm tryna stack bundles
I rather take a nap
Before I let these bitches stress me
Arguing over nothing
Mane the shit so petty
Started off with a plan
But niggas don't stick to shit
Soon as it hit the fan
You probably be the first to quit
What type of man don't like money
What's wrong wit you
Sitting on the couch steady loafing
Like you scared of loot
You 32 at your mom house
What's wrong wit you
Yean never got work
What's wrong wit you
What type of man don't like money
What's wrong wit you
Sitting on the couch steady loafing
Like you scared of loot
You 32 at your mom house
What's wrong wit you
So you ain't never got shit on shit dawg
What's wrong wit you
One thang fo sho
I always stayed in my lane
Tryna stack bands
Just as fast as a nigga can
Ain't no sense in coming round
When ain't about that life
Had to cut em from my circle
I ain't have to think twice
I do it did it now it's done
All I know is get it on
Blowing on that diesel
Out of pocket like I'm on the run
Everybody selling shit
In the yard Sanford son
Tryna get paid in full
Overweight Oprah Funds
Shout out to my nigga Yoji
Put me on the recipe
Now we talking thanks giving
Everybody tryna eat
You can call me Trey live
But I keep it so discreet
Thinking bout my next move
So ion have time to tweet
Days of our lives
Everybody pussified
Everybody want to vent
Missing all the time spent
Life bring circumstance
I hope you got ya swimming gear
Cuz diving in these selfish hoes
Will teach you life ain't fair
What type of man don't like money
What's wrong wit you
Sitting on the couch steady loafing
Like you scared of loot
You 32 at your mom house
What's wrong wit you
Yean never got work
What's wrong wit you
What type of man don't like money
What's wrong wit you
Sitting on the couch steady loafing
Like you scared of loot
You 32 at your mom house
What's wrong wit you
So you ain't never got shit on shit dawg
What's wrong wit you
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English

What type of man don't like money
What's wrong wit you
Sitting on the couch steady loafing
Like you scared of loot
You 32 at your mom house
What's wrong wit you
Yean never got work
What's wrong wit you
What type of man don't like money
What's wrong wit you
Sitting on the couch steady loafing
Like you scared of loot
You 32 at your mom house
What's wrong wit you
So you ain't never got shit on shit dawg
What's wrong wit you
I ball no better yet I haul
I want it all can't spare a nigga one crumb
Play the hard way young nigga fear nun
I gotta lion heart
And I bear arms
Like I'm speaking tongues
They don't comprehend
Until it go down
These lanes sleeping in
I'm all in the win
I guess you came to lose
You go for anything
April fools
A room ain't a enough
I need a house to breath
Several cars one broad
And a couple seeds
I think with my heart
I let my mind wonder
Tired of paper checks
I'm tryna stack bundles
I rather take a nap
Before I let these bitches stress me
Arguing over nothing
Mane the shit so petty
Started off with a plan
But niggas don't stick to shit
Soon as it hit the fan
You probably be the first to quit
What type of man don't like money
What's wrong wit you
Sitting on the couch steady loafing
Like you scared of loot
You 32 at your mom house
What's wrong wit you
Yean never got work
What's wrong wit you
What type of man don't like money
What's wrong wit you
Sitting on the couch steady loafing
Like you scared of loot
You 32 at your mom house
What's wrong wit you
So you ain't never got shit on shit dawg
What's wrong wit you
One thang fo sho
I always stayed in my lane
Tryna stack bands
Just as fast as a nigga can
Ain't no sense in coming round
When ain't about that life
Had to cut em from my circle
I ain't have to think twice
I do it did it now it's done
All I know is get it on
Blowing on that diesel
Out of pocket like I'm on the run
Everybody selling shit
In the yard Sanford son
Tryna get paid in full
Overweight Oprah Funds
Shout out to my nigga Yoji
Put me on the recipe
Now we talking thanks giving
Everybody tryna eat
You can call me Trey live
But I keep it so discreet
Thinking bout my next move
So ion have time to tweet
Days of our lives
Everybody pussified
Everybody want to vent
Missing all the time spent
Life bring circumstance
I hope you got ya swimming gear
Cuz diving in these selfish hoes
Will teach you life ain't fair
What type of man don't like money
What's wrong wit you
Sitting on the couch steady loafing
Like you scared of loot
You 32 at your mom house
What's wrong wit you
Yean never got work
What's wrong wit you
What type of man don't like money
What's wrong wit you
Sitting on the couch steady loafing
Like you scared of loot
You 32 at your mom house
What's wrong wit you
So you ain't never got shit on shit dawg
What's wrong wit you
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Writer: Tory Wilson
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