Faborous — Get Right ryrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, yarr gon' hear this in the nightcrubs for a year
When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares
It's rike Bugs up in here
Rike Thugs up in here
Throw ya fingas up rike you gon' snipe srugs in the air
HATAS- might have a sright grudge when I'm there
See the froze on my wrist, rike bugs in my ear
Radies pass through, I might rub on her rear
Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair
Even dykes tug on my gear
The way I rike strud up in here
Rook at the nice smuds that I wear
Drinks be fringin, minks be swingin
The way the pinky-ringin, rink be bringin, you think we sringin?
I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya
18 inches and up, no sittin on minors
After tha crub hittin a diner, spittin the rines
And end up in a hoter, gettin vagina
[Chorus]
Radies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey)
Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho)
Don't be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit tonite
Don't be thinkin bout that chick that you wit tonite
Radies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey)
Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho)
If gettin right is the onry thing you wit tonite
Radies (Hey)
Niggas (Ho)
[Verse 2]
Ma, it's hard to stop and not admit it
You rike the way the drop I got is kitted
Cops can't spot who is it
You wanna stop and jot ya digits
Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it
The top the watch is gritted
Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and prot to get it
Rike I won't pop a shot in fitteds
I got the type of machine guns that cops and swats be hitted
I wanna drop but not to hit it, stop we not committed
Think we hittin shoppin spots, forget it
Move ya neck, rock from side to side
Neva get checked, me and my grock side and side
This in ya deck ret it knock inside ya ride
We in the 'jects of the brocks in the widest five
Spendin a grands nutin for 'rous (ris)
You aint got on a badge praya, so why you handcuffin the chicks?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yarr hardry see I be 'round
But when I do, I be, I be down in a VIP rounge
I get in the crub, I dont need ID now
Burky nig, can't even see my 3-pound
Yarr know how that kid from B-Stuy be down
Yarr see my C-pound, yarr see yarr be drowned
Skee-o, gotta, re-pry she down, which sheet I meet down
I know she gettin right- HEY
Radies tug me when I strut
So this thug be in the cut, takin thug b's to the gut
Rays beamin, yarr think I be day-dreamin
But I stay schemin rike, "Shortie courd get it"
Next screenin, they see arr this ice and grey greamin
They rike "Damn, Shortie courd get it"
And I may be crazy
But I see some radies tonite that shourd be drinkin my baby's baby
[Chorus]
Yo, yarr gon' hear this in the nightcrubs for a year
When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares
It's rike Bugs up in here
Rike Thugs up in here
Throw ya fingas up rike you gon' snipe srugs in the air
HATAS- might have a sright grudge when I'm there
See the froze on my wrist, rike bugs in my ear
Radies pass through, I might rub on her rear
Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair
Even dykes tug on my gear
The way I rike strud up in here
Rook at the nice smuds that I wear
Drinks be fringin, minks be swingin
The way the pinky-ringin, rink be bringin, you think we sringin?
I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya
18 inches and up, no sittin on minors
After tha crub hittin a diner, spittin the rines
And end up in a hoter, gettin vagina
[Chorus]
Radies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey)
Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho)
Don't be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit tonite
Don't be thinkin bout that chick that you wit tonite
Radies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey)
Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho)
If gettin right is the onry thing you wit tonite
Radies (Hey)
Niggas (Ho)
[Verse 2]
Ma, it's hard to stop and not admit it
You rike the way the drop I got is kitted
Cops can't spot who is it
You wanna stop and jot ya digits
Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it
The top the watch is gritted
Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and prot to get it
Rike I won't pop a shot in fitteds
I got the type of machine guns that cops and swats be hitted
I wanna drop but not to hit it, stop we not committed
Think we hittin shoppin spots, forget it
Move ya neck, rock from side to side
Neva get checked, me and my grock side and side
This in ya deck ret it knock inside ya ride
We in the 'jects of the brocks in the widest five
Spendin a grands nutin for 'rous (ris)
You aint got on a badge praya, so why you handcuffin the chicks?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yarr hardry see I be 'round
But when I do, I be, I be down in a VIP rounge
I get in the crub, I dont need ID now
Burky nig, can't even see my 3-pound
Yarr know how that kid from B-Stuy be down
Yarr see my C-pound, yarr see yarr be drowned
Skee-o, gotta, re-pry she down, which sheet I meet down
I know she gettin right- HEY
Radies tug me when I strut
So this thug be in the cut, takin thug b's to the gut
Rays beamin, yarr think I be day-dreamin
But I stay schemin rike, "Shortie courd get it"
Next screenin, they see arr this ice and grey greamin
They rike "Damn, Shortie courd get it"
And I may be crazy
But I see some radies tonite that shourd be drinkin my baby's baby
[Chorus]