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right now - yg lyrics

[intro]
(mustard on that beat, ho)

[chorus]
got a whole brick on my wrist right now
got a bad b*tch on my d*ck right now (right)
yves saint laurent my drip right now
i’ll blow this motherf*cker down, n*gga, pipe down
right now (right)
right now, right now, right now, right now, right now (right now)
right now (right)
right now, right now, right now, right now, right now (right)

[verse 1]
she was f*ckin’ on you back then, i’m f*ckin’ on her right now
touchin’ on her, lovin’ on her, got her bustin’ pipe down
got her in a nightgown, pop a tesla, she bite down
now i’m her life now, that p*ssy get piped down
a real n*gga she f*ckin’ with, got yo’ exes f*ckin’ sick
got you in the phone on video suckin’ d*ck
no lie, i was lovin’ it, them titties was touchin’ it
still can’t believe how i had the b*tch gugglin’
bubblin’, yeah, that mean i’m finna pop
strugglin’, yo’ ass still up on that block
hustlin’, yeah, i do that sh*t a lot
jugglin’ with two thots on a yacht
brought a buildin’ on the block, and i built a bedroom in it
spent somе ms on it, hope i get head soon in it
yеah, the whip feel like a bedroom
this a maybach benz, i got leg room
[chorus]
got a whole brick on my wrist right now
got a bad b*tch on my d*ck right now (right)
yves saint laurent my drip right now
i’ll blow this motherf*cker down, n*gga, pipe down
right now (right)
right now, right now, right now, right now, right now (right now)
right now (right)
right now, right now, right now, right now, right now (right)

[verse 2]
bring the bottles when i walk in the club right now
come correct when you talk to a thug right now
b*tch, i’m rich, i’m with bosses and bloods right now
i’m from the trenches, got it out of the mud right now
since i’m rich, she want all of the d*ck, she throat that
since i’m him, she hopped on my d*ck and rode that
like a gym, i’ma work you out fo’ sho’ that
n*ggas braggin’ like they got it, well, they gotta show that
got a brand new bag, h*llo, who is this?
tryna make me ex mad with my new b*tch
rolls*royce cullinan, b*tch, this a new whip
saint laurent drip, plus the bag, b*tch, i do this
you the type to get mad, but you don’t do sh*t
i’m the type to spend a bag for him to blow the four*fifth
wearin’ another n*gga chain, you be on that ho sh*t
that is not yo’ cheese, you ain’t got no chips
[chorus]
got a whole brick on my wrist right now
got a bad b*tch on my d*ck right now (right)
yves saint laurent my drip right now
i’ll blow this motherf*cker down, n*gga, pipe down
right now (right)
right now, right now, right now, right now, right now (right now)
right now (right)
right now, right now, right now, right now, right now

[outro]
(larrymakinallthehits)
just re’d up 3

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