right or wrong - Intellectual

[Intro]

Mm, yeah, yeah

(What's up with you, Lil 43?)

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Uh, shit piss me off sometimes, but I still love her to death, oh

Uh, she always on my mind, she always in my head, oh

Uh, I wanna throw bands in a mansion with her laid up in my bed, yeah

Uh, pussy ass nigga talk down on our love, I'm pencil with the lead, yeah

Yeah, we always have our ups and downs, but we always get right

Am I wrong?

Uh, bae, I'm scared to death of losin' you, can't you see it in my eyes?

That would be my hardest loss

I already got scars, imagine what losin' you would bring

Yeah, I want you forever, I'm sayin' you need a ring

Maybe two, one for darry, one for our wedding

Baby, let's go shoppin', get your finger bling-bling-bling

You are one in eight billion, my only thing

Yeah, hence if it weren't for you, this song, I wouldn't sing

Oh, you got me so mesmerized

Oh, I know you the one, my ride or die

[Chorus]

Uh, there ain't anyone-one else

You know that you are the only one for me

Better not tear me apart or break my heart

That's somethin' I done dealt with too many times

Leave me, and I bleed

Sometimes, you got me tweakin'

But girl, don't get it twisted, you're what I always needed

That's why I keep remindin' you that you're never leavin' me, me

[Verse 2]

Leave me, catch a bullet to yo' teeth

I'm crazy 'bout you, so I'll really tweak

Super anxious, so I'm poppin' me a E

Ain't no demons, now it's butterflies in me

I love it when we kick it, like Bruce Lee

Love it when your pussy wet, I'm finna eat

Love it when you put your tongue on me

Love it when you on my dick, I'm finna dream

Let's have rich kids, one, two or three

These songs finna make us money

Fuck your 4-to-8, quit that shit, please

Never gotta worry when you with me

I'm finna make the racks come in

Finna go and murk your exes, fuck them

You should go and murk my exes, fuck them

I know I ain't perfect either, but shit

Yeah, I knew from day one, you was it

That's why I'm finna put some ice on your wrist

Or should I say your left hand?

Me and you are forever, that contract, we finna print

Any bitch or nigga that wanna hate

We uppin' them choppers and they finna spray

Try to undermine us, bitch, you dyin' today

A plus and a minus, that's me, bae

You livin' rent free inside of my head

You the only reason that I ain't end up dead

You the only reason I could sleep in my bed

You brought me down from Neverland

I'm payin' you back with music and bands

You really the one, and I'm really the man

You know I would never fuck up again