Right Right - Alex Wiley

Smoking on that right, right

Get your money right, right

Girl you looking right, right

Hey, hey, they said it wasn’t no place for me

But you can’t even play too hazily dog

Shit beat too wild, I hate to be so

She 18 years old, she basically grown

So why they get big and we take a bit

All of the rest get all of my bended

Don’t need no baby, no need no tip, God damn

'08, '09 nigga got no looks, nigga got no shine

On that put nigga shut your damn

Nigga put your diam in that porch and the rarest porsches

In this world nigga ain’t important

They got rules but they can’t enforce `em

New baby but she ain’t as gorgeous

And the boys so I came endorse her

On this gate gonna straight and force us

At the end of my haze is forcing

Put the lines and the haze and will get awsome

Never fuck, never save in old brudge

But in days in nature will far us

Getting bay to erase the browsers

Fucking yo emotions, have a mamosa grab ya a coaster yeah

Told my bitch truly I love you, but surely

Your nightmares are gonna be premiers all because

Your head in the cloud, my head in the stars

This bitches bad and these bitches heartless

Me?

I’m no pan handler, I’ll be refusing to beg your pardon

Me while your nigga try to party

To say that’s the same party

Long as I live with a arm full of

Martin Luther King with a dream of a house and a forest

And a garage full of foreigns

Bitch for the square and the cup full of lean and a bust for the morning

Wait for that all but you better believe that I fall, back, back, back on it

Til that label to quit that bonie

And the vans, tell me to stuck all this Benz

And I’mma make great part with this Benz

And I go cop that something else

I’m gonna pull up and you know what

And paint it cream, and do fucking go nuts

Go nuts