"Get Right" lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
(NeilaWorld)
Alright, mm
Tell me what it is (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh), tell me what you like (Ooh)
Plain Jane Patek, it's two-tone, barely wearin' ice
Emotional controller, she know who is I
Fuckin' her good so long through the night
Smackin' her ass, like, "Bitch, get right" (Uh, right)
Strapped up bad, won't take my life
Shawty want Chanel, we come packin' that bitch
Dirty ass law, I ain't read my rights (Baow, baow)
Probably what's wrong with this
Nighttime fall, I send a blitz (Brrt)
Bullets rain on 'em (Bah)
Real grave digger, pallbearer, that's it
They got my name branded
Ayy, start that back (Yeah)
Ayy, reach me that- Reach me that fork from over there
Ayy, lock that door (Gangsta Grillz)
Ayy, just tell Three I said, "Come to the back" (That's normal, that's normal)
But the situation was a knot (Knot), whole time I was feelin' her (Feelin' her)
I ain't have no intentions, I'm thuggin' the bitch
I was ready to flex, do my shit with her
Hold on, but she was fuckin' caught up
She know that's YoungBoy boy (YoungBoy boy)
And that's that Lil Top brother (That his brother)
You ready? Now start the story, cut the heart
Tell me what it is (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh), tell me what you like (Ooh)
Plain Jane Patek, it's two-tone, barely wearin' ice
Emotional controller, she know who is I
Fuckin' her good so long through the night
Smackin' her ass, like, "Bitch, get right" (Uh, right)
Yeah, yeah, fuckin' all long through the night, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like, just get it right
Get it right
(Gangsta Grillz)
Alright, mm
Tell me what it is (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh), tell me what you like (Ooh)
Plain Jane Patek, it's two-tone, barely wearin' ice
Emotional controller, she know who is I
Fuckin' her good so long through the night
Smackin' her ass, like, "Bitch, get right" (Uh, right)
Strapped up bad, won't take my life
Shawty want Chanel, we come packin' that bitch
Dirty ass law, I ain't read my rights (Baow, baow)
Probably what's wrong with this
Nighttime fall, I send a blitz (Brrt)
Bullets rain on 'em (Bah)
Real grave digger, pallbearer, that's it
They got my name branded
Ayy, start that back (Yeah)
Ayy, reach me that- Reach me that fork from over there
Ayy, lock that door (Gangsta Grillz)
Ayy, just tell Three I said, "Come to the back" (That's normal, that's normal)
But the situation was a knot (Knot), whole time I was feelin' her (Feelin' her)
I ain't have no intentions, I'm thuggin' the bitch
I was ready to flex, do my shit with her
Hold on, but she was fuckin' caught up
She know that's YoungBoy boy (YoungBoy boy)
And that's that Lil Top brother (That his brother)
You ready? Now start the story, cut the heart
Tell me what it is (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh), tell me what you like (Ooh)
Plain Jane Patek, it's two-tone, barely wearin' ice
Emotional controller, she know who is I
Fuckin' her good so long through the night
Smackin' her ass, like, "Bitch, get right" (Uh, right)
Yeah, yeah, fuckin' all long through the night, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like, just get it right
Get it right
(Gangsta Grillz)
