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right nigga - g.t. lyrics

[intro]
(smerf, this your beat?)
(smerf made this beat, boy)

[chorus]
she usually f*ck with hoes, she don’t like n*ggas
but i changed her mind, guess i’m the right n*gga
all this ice got her excited, this sh*t dancin’ without no lights hittin’ it
b*tch toxic ’cause i f*cked the soul out her and i might spin her
ridin’ in a two*door coupe, i do the dash
six hundred for my shirt, two thousand for my pants
thumbin’ through the money, broke another rubber band
them n*ggas threw a ten, we just f*cked up a hundred bands

[verse]
we just f*cked up allure, let’s go f*ck up magic city
all they see is money flyin’, brand nеw hundreds, this sh*t sticky
ridin’ in the coupe on my way to a bag
fеndi face on my bag, what’s wrong? you look mad
you runnin’ out of money, that’s just wrong, you doin’ bad
you need to hurry up and get you some, lil’ n*gga, you look sad
if i don’t hold the wheel with two hands, n*gga, i might crash
money on the floor, lil’ n*gga, watch me move like flash
walk in, motion gang, cameras flash
some of my n*ggas move bag, some of my n*ggas scam
b*tch, throw that ass, i’ll bust another band
hundred bands in twenties ain’t fittin’ in no rubber band
hop in, press the pedal to the floor, break the dash
they ain’t seen this whip before, showroom floor, paper tag
[chorus]
she usually f*ck with hoes, she don’t like n*ggas
but i changed her mind, guess i’m the right n*gga
all this ice got her excited, this sh*t dancin’ without no lights hittin’ it
b*tch toxic ’cause i f*cked the soul out her and i might spin her
ridin’ in a two*door coupe, i do the dash
six hundred for my shirt, two thousand for my pants
thumbin’ through the money, broke another rubber band
them n*ggas threw a ten, we just f*cked up a hundred bands

- g t lyrics

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