Lyrics to Right Message
(Avy)
I'm not gonna hate, I know all, fuck nigga, don't even call her
She want a nigga with paper, she want somebody to save her
I will see her later, she said nobody greater
Check my body language, I'ma get this paper
I ain't gotta be the first (I'ma get this paper)
Bitch, I get in with my bros and we make these birds chirp
Bitch, I'm too geeked up, you can tell I'm off the syrup
'Bout to take a nigga down, I was really down to purge
I don't gotta move a muscle, I don't gotta move an inch
Bitch, my niggas get it off, if you run, ain't no sense
Can't be smokin' in my ride when I'm ridin' with this shit
Ship your shit in an Uber package, put my time in this shit
Best gas in the city, you ain't findin' this shit
In the trap house with the bowls, but I call these shits bricks
I can't switch up on the gang, fuck nigga, I ain't no bitch
I tried to get this Drac' off, but that shit wasn't it
This a family tradition, man, my family on this shit
And my shoes in new conditions, got these bitches on my- (Shh)
Yeah, I kept my outfit on, she fucked me with my outfit on
I ain't fuckin' with them bitches, they some [?] hoes
Bitch, your pussy stank, man, get the hell up out my home
Bitch, you're beggin' for some money, get the hell up off my phone
In the suite with all my white folks, I put some [?] on
You know I'm in love with this money, it go wherever I go
Bitch, don't be so despiteful, ain't actin' like I don't like you
This dope I smoke delightful, she said we got a title
Told her, "No we don't," had to check the bitch vitals
Check on your lil' partner, man, you gotta be mindful
I hate anybody that feel like they entitled
Mixin' lean with the Sprite, man, I kinda feel entitled
Homie, save up your money, I ain't even tryna size you
All that tryna impress them bitches and them hoes don't even like you
You broke, they not your type, fool
You broke, don't even wanna look in the same direction
Your ho ugly, man, she buggin' if she think she can give me an erection
Wouldn't even slide in your ho, even if I had protection
My boys, they thuggin' in this section
Bitch, I'm bone thuggin' hard, ain't nothin' but harmony in my section (Yeah)
But my lil' niggas still reckless
I don't give a fuck, sell weed on Craigslist
Right messenger 'cause I got the right message
I'm not gonna hate, I know all, fuck nigga, don't even call her
She want a nigga with paper, she want somebody to save her
I will see her later, she said nobody greater
Check my body language, I'ma get this paper
I ain't gotta be the first (I'ma get this paper)
Bitch, I get in with my bros and we make these birds chirp
Bitch, I'm too geeked up, you can tell I'm off the syrup
'Bout to take a nigga down, I was really down to purge
I don't gotta move a muscle, I don't gotta move an inch
Bitch, my niggas get it off, if you run, ain't no sense
Can't be smokin' in my ride when I'm ridin' with this shit
Ship your shit in an Uber package, put my time in this shit
Best gas in the city, you ain't findin' this shit
In the trap house with the bowls, but I call these shits bricks
I can't switch up on the gang, fuck nigga, I ain't no bitch
I tried to get this Drac' off, but that shit wasn't it
This a family tradition, man, my family on this shit
And my shoes in new conditions, got these bitches on my- (Shh)
Yeah, I kept my outfit on, she fucked me with my outfit on
I ain't fuckin' with them bitches, they some [?] hoes
Bitch, your pussy stank, man, get the hell up out my home
Bitch, you're beggin' for some money, get the hell up off my phone
In the suite with all my white folks, I put some [?] on
You know I'm in love with this money, it go wherever I go
Bitch, don't be so despiteful, ain't actin' like I don't like you
This dope I smoke delightful, she said we got a title
Told her, "No we don't," had to check the bitch vitals
Check on your lil' partner, man, you gotta be mindful
I hate anybody that feel like they entitled
Mixin' lean with the Sprite, man, I kinda feel entitled
Homie, save up your money, I ain't even tryna size you
All that tryna impress them bitches and them hoes don't even like you
You broke, they not your type, fool
You broke, don't even wanna look in the same direction
Your ho ugly, man, she buggin' if she think she can give me an erection
Wouldn't even slide in your ho, even if I had protection
My boys, they thuggin' in this section
Bitch, I'm bone thuggin' hard, ain't nothin' but harmony in my section (Yeah)
But my lil' niggas still reckless
I don't give a fuck, sell weed on Craigslist
Right messenger 'cause I got the right message
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