Song parody of
Get Right
by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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(NeilaWorld)
Ayy, mm-hmm
Tell me what it is (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Tell me what you like (ooh)
Presi' Patek, it's two-tone, barely wearin' ice
The 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, well come pack it then bitch
Dirty ass law, I ain't read my rights
Probably what's wrong with this
Nighttime fall, I send a blitz
Bullets rain on 'em
Real grave digger, pallbearer, that's it
They got my name branded
Ayy, start the blunt (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 with her now, 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
And 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 (ooh)
Presi' Patek, it's two-tone, barely wearin' ice
The 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
Like bitch get right
Get right
(Gangsta Grillz)
(NeilaWorld)
Ayy, mm-hmm
Tell me what it is (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Tell me what you like (ooh)
Presi' Patek, it's two-tone, barely wearin' ice
The 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, well come pack it then bitch
Dirty ass law, I ain't read my rights
Probably what's wrong with this
Nighttime fall, I send a blitz
Bullets rain on 'em
Real grave digger, pallbearer, that's it
They got my name branded
Ayy, start the blunt (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 with her now, 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
And 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 (ooh)
Presi' Patek, it's two-tone, barely wearin' ice
The 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
Like bitch get right
Get right
(Gangsta Grillz)
