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act right - yung princey lyrics

nyb
mack
(gas)
get chu some act right
(b*tch)
why you actin outta pocket
you all gas n*gga stop it
i really brought the rocket
(boom)
in his face ima pop it
call me mr long stockin
i get the party rockin
(get it rockin)
dead homies know i’m poppin
(b*tch)
everybody know i’m poppin
a hate can’t stop it
would you believe that i copped it
grindin in the trenches everyday in these robins

if a hoe choose up
it’s a thief for the knowledge
game god of the year
2020 all diamonds
got money everywhere and the sh*t keep piling
ridin foreign gеttin brain
so a n*gga keep smilin
dumb, is really what i’m finna go
and when i get that hoе
ima hit that hoe
you it get h*lla vicious when i switch the flow
(skrrrrt)
double deuces on coupe
i got it pigeon toed
b*tch i’m really him
you can call me mr go
(hoe)
running plays like i’m bret
i’m on number 4
(b*tch)
and when we say we don’t know
we don’t f*ckin know
even though i looked him in his eyes when he hit the floor
(body)
never personal
i’m far from emotional
(b*tch)
get the money
nevermind how the motions go
i’m the sh*t and everybody got an open nose
(you keep it funky? mack stop it)
b*tch
get some act right
why you actin outta pocket
(hoe)
you all gas n*gga stop it
i really brought the rocket
(boom)
in his face ima pop it
call me mr long stockin
i get the party rockin
(get it rockin)
dead homies know i’m poppin
(b*tch)
everybody know i’m poppin
a hater can’t stop it
would you believe that i copped it
grindin in the trenches everyday in these robins

i’m blockin shots it’s like rudy go
shawty get back to yo cubical
(b*tchhhh)
aye folks
stop coming to trenches
downloadin the lingo
(fake ass)
b*tch ego
or ima let chu hoe
(woah)
and put some value on the p*ssy
raise the price on the cookie
if it’s fire you gotta push it
look buddy
i don’t smoke from the funny shelf
(gas)
i’m still playing broke
(haha)
all my n*ggas stick straight to the code
(n*gga)
game tighter than the p*ssy on my virgin from dubai
(uh)
im in a matchbox whip
gettin high
and
i can help you get cha bands up
baby
choose up
(oh okaaaaay)
it’s a drought on real n*ggas
y’all got stop taking pics in tommy hilfiger
k!ll or be k!lled n*gga
nyb or drink ya mommas titty milk
b*tch
get some act right
why you actin outta pocket
(hoe)
you all gas n*gga stop it
i really brought the rocket
(boom)
in his face ima pop it
call me mr long stockin
i get the party rockin
(get it rockin)
dead homies know i’m poppin
(b*tch)
everybody know i’m poppin
a hater can’t stop it
would you believe that i copped it
grindin in the trenches everyday in these robins

b*tch
nyb

- yung princey lyrics

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