"You're So Right" lyrics
Pressure builds when the nights chill
Diamonds do they dance on Chanel
She's a real cold bitch but she real
Somethin' that you can't compare
My gosh, who's that girl?
Think I need your body over here
Shawty knows that I'm just one man
You're so sweet with my soul, babe
I love the things that you're talking
There ain't no violations for me
When you come back, let's foreplay
I need to feel your skin on me
You feel so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so, so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so
She don't want no hugs or kisses, no XOs
She just want fucks and good love, yeah
Good dick, yeah, good drugs
Head like this so good
She's gifted so much
Drop you 'round the block, baby
9 o'clock, baby
Know you wit' a boss, baby
Fuck the cost, baby
I'm singing Vandross, baby
Diana Ross, baby
You the one I got, baby
The one I want, baby
Fuck it, you're my favorite
Ooh, whoa
Got my bedroom raining
Ooh, whoa
Said she's hard to find
Got you right here
Said she's not like most
You take good care of me
Shawty knows that I'm just one man
You're so sweet with my soul, babe
I love the things that you're talking
There ain't no violations for me
When you come back, let's foreplay
I need to feel your skin on me
You feel so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so, so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so
Dashed out, codeine, sip on wine when the night hits
Dash sayin' 180, just as fast as my life gets
She just wanna hang with the kid, I hope these shots kick
Keep the convo going, she wanna taste how the blunt hits
Made a milly couple of times, I still ain't fazed yet
Big boss, we all walking home with a paycheck
Range Rover tinted three-six-zero, I'm boss as shit
Move Grandma and Moms out the hood, I'm boss as shit
She ain't never knew she could have a nigga as boss as this
Maybach seat pillows, lay ya head, girl, let's talk some shit
Diamonds do they dance on Chanel
She's a real cold bitch but she real
Somethin' that you can't compare
My gosh, who's that girl?
Think I need your body over here
Shawty knows that I'm just one man
You're so sweet with my soul, babe
I love the things that you're talking
There ain't no violations for me
When you come back, let's foreplay
I need to feel your skin on me
You feel so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so, so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so
She don't want no hugs or kisses, no XOs
She just want fucks and good love, yeah
Good dick, yeah, good drugs
Head like this so good
She's gifted so much
Drop you 'round the block, baby
9 o'clock, baby
Know you wit' a boss, baby
Fuck the cost, baby
I'm singing Vandross, baby
Diana Ross, baby
You the one I got, baby
The one I want, baby
Fuck it, you're my favorite
Ooh, whoa
Got my bedroom raining
Ooh, whoa
Said she's hard to find
Got you right here
Said she's not like most
You take good care of me
Shawty knows that I'm just one man
You're so sweet with my soul, babe
I love the things that you're talking
There ain't no violations for me
When you come back, let's foreplay
I need to feel your skin on me
You feel so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so, so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so right, baby
Right, right, baby
You're so
Dashed out, codeine, sip on wine when the night hits
Dash sayin' 180, just as fast as my life gets
She just wanna hang with the kid, I hope these shots kick
Keep the convo going, she wanna taste how the blunt hits
Made a milly couple of times, I still ain't fazed yet
Big boss, we all walking home with a paycheck
Range Rover tinted three-six-zero, I'm boss as shit
Move Grandma and Moms out the hood, I'm boss as shit
She ain't never knew she could have a nigga as boss as this
Maybach seat pillows, lay ya head, girl, let's talk some shit
Writer(s): Denzel Spencer, Troy Danvers, Dimitri Andic, Nyron Jamaal Barnes
