NBA Youngboy – Get Right Lyrics

NBA Youngboy – Get Right Lyrics

(NeilaWorld)
Ayy, mm

Tell me what it is (Oh-oh-oh-oh), tell me what you like (Oh)
[?] Patek, it’s two-tone, barely wearing ice
In motion controller, she know who is I
Fuckin’ her good so long through the night
Smackin’ her ass, like, “Bitch, get right”

Strapped up back, won’t take my life
Shawty want Chanel, we come packin’ that bitch
Dirty ass lie, I don’t read my rights
Probably what’s wrong with this
Nighttime fall, I send ’em blitz
Bullets ridin’ on ’em
Real grave digger, pallbearer, that’s it
They got my name branded

Ayy, smoke the blunts (Yeah)
Ayy, reach me that— reach me that fork from over there
Ayy, lock that door (Gangsta Grillz)
Ayy, just tell lil’ Three I said, “Come to the back” (That’s normal, that’s normal)

But the situation was a knot, whole time I was feelin’ her
I ain’t have no intentions, I’m thuggin’ the bitch
All ready to flex through my shit with her
Hold on, but she was fuckin’ caught up
She know that’s YoungBoy-Boy
That’s that lil’ Top brother
You ready? Now start the story, cut the horror

Tell me what it is (Oh-oh-oh-oh), tell me what you like (Oh)
[?] Patek, it’s two-tone, barely wearing ice
In motion controller, she know who is I
Fuckin’ her good so long through the night
Smackin’ her ass, like, “Bitch, get right”

Yeah, fuckin’ all long through the night, yeah
Yeah, just get right
Get right
(Gangsta Grillz)

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