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right wit it (remix) - kalan.frfr. lyrics

[intro: kalan.frfr.]
two for real, woah, woah, woah, woah
remix, lil’ baby

[chorus: kalan.frfr.]
run them bands up, we got big digits (bands)
she wanna pull up and get right with it, yeah (yeah, yeah)
she know i ball like mike bibby (she know i ball, ball, ball)
pull up in some hot sh*t, she wanna ride with me, yeah, ayy
i told her pull up, she got right with it (i told her pull up, she got right)
she wanna pull up and get right with it (remix, lil’ baby)
shawty gon’ get with it, ain’t no question (ain’t no question, no, no, no, no, no, no)
i slide, yeah

[verse 1: kalan.frfr. & yg]
i told her pull up for the remix (skrrt, skrrt)
i only f*ck with real bad b*tches (yeah, yeah)
f*ck n*ggas, get money ass b*tches (woah, woah)
birkin bag, ysl boots, big digits (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she see for real, so she gon’ get right with it (4hunnid)
she see yg, so she gon’ get right with it
blood b*tches, crip b*tches, thick b*tches
big bands, big whippin’
yg and two for real, woah, woah

[verse 2: yg]
run them bands up, run them bands up (b*tch, run it)
we got the bag, broke n*ggas can’t stand us (they can’t stand)
got the lamborghini and a new handgun
every n*gga with me strapped, it’s a manhunt (ooh)
i’m like forrest gump with the bag (with the bag)
we poppin’ everything, n*ggas, bottles, pistols, tags (pistols, tags)
i put it on bloods, i got a bag
ray charles, you’ll never see me in a jag
you’ll never, never
talked her out that p*ssy ’cause i’m clever, clever
suckin’ on this d*ck get you wetter, wetter
all my b*tches know they f*ckin’ with a hugh hefner
my baby mama pregnant, but you still f*ck me
yg got it like that? d*mn, he low*key
after i nut, b*tch, don’t touch me
she gotta get the d*ck back up for round two

[chorus: kalan.frfr.]
run them bands up, we got big digits (bands)
she wanna pull up and get right with it, yeah (yeah, yeah)
she know i ball like mike bibby (she know i ball, ball, ball)
pull up in some hot sh*t, she wanna ride with me, yeah, ayy
i told her pull up, she got right with it (i told her pull up, she got right)
she wanna pull up and get right with it (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
shawty gon’ get with it, ain’t no question (ain’t no question, no, no, no, no, no, no)
i slide, yeah

[verse 3: kalan.fr.fr]
lil’ mama gon’ get with it, ain’t no question (question)
you can’t be no regular pedestrian (no, no, no)
know i got them horses like equestrian (yeah, yeah)
off*white and my shoes came from portland (ooh)
all my fabrics imported, that’s foreign, yeah (they foreign)
yeah, so she gon’ pull up and get right with it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
and she gon’ pull up with like five b*tches, yeah, yeah (woah, woah, woah)
and all of ’em wanna slide with us (oh yeah)
bathing ape clip, d*ck hangin’ out my pocket
stop it, don’t make me have to pop it, i’m right with it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
lonzo ball with the deuce, boy, i’m nice with it
if i like it, i might spend the night in it, woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus: kalan.frfr.]
run them bands up, we got big digits (bands)
she wanna pull up and get right with it, yeah (yeah, yeah)
she know i ball like mike bibby (she know i ball, ball, ball)
pull up in some hot sh*t, she wanna ride with me, yeah, ayy
i told her pull up, she got right with it (i told her pull up, she got right)
she wanna pull up and get right with it (remix, lil’ baby)
shawty gon’ get with it, ain’t no question (no question, no, no, no, no, no, no)
i slide, yeah

[outro: kalan.frfr.]
run them bands up again
i told her pull up, she got right with it

- kalan frfr lyrics

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