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DaBoii – Right Hour lyrics
[Verse]
I heard them suckas brought them straps, drop that load off then
And stop lying to them hoes, you's a ho outchea
Everywhere my chest out I don't know about fear
Bitch keep asking 'bout her man, I don't know that queer
Nigga every chopper on got a hundred on it
Nigga come up out that chain because my brother want it
Plot to stack up wit' my bitch but that shit wasn't growing
Can't fully blame her, I'm to blame 'cause I wasn't focused
I was too busy in my feelings now the bag I'm in
Shot caller, boss man, on your dad, I'm him
All my shooters be all net like they mad at rim
Owe me money, still ain't paid? You can have that chim
First class on Jetblue, I don't fly Spirit
Still ain't made it to the top but I'm right near it
I got my left hand on the Glock while the right steering
And I'm always on the move, I don't like chilling
It's hard to stay on that right road when your mind on revenge
Just beat a double fisted case I'm still riding with sticks
In my city it get hectic they dying and shit
Why in the fuck you watching me? Keep them eyes on your bitch
Cops just ate my dust in a V8
If it's one thing I'ma be, I'ma be great
Fuck the judge and the da
Slap a nigga like I'm X, that's the dj
Threw that ice on my neck I done caught pneumonia
Nigga I'll put the ones you love the most in comas
Don't lie and say you been outside 'cause we been bending corners
And she know I'll never fold but she gon' bend it over
I can tell them niggas soft, they too high power
Pussy think he's Superman you like Dwight Howard
My bitch want Gucci slips and dick she don't like flowers
And I'll do a nigga wrong at the right hour
I heard them suckas brought them straps, drop that load off then
And stop lying to them hoes, you's a ho outchea
Everywhere my chest out I don't know about fear
Bitch keep asking 'bout her man, I don't know that queer
Nigga every chopper on got a hundred on it
Nigga come up out that chain because my brother want it
Plot to stack up wit' my bitch but that shit wasn't growing
Can't fully blame her, I'm to blame 'cause I wasn't focused
I was too busy in my feelings now the bag I'm in
Shot caller, boss man, on your dad, I'm him
All my shooters be all net like they mad at rim
Owe me money, still ain't paid? You can have that chim
First class on Jetblue, I don't fly Spirit
Still ain't made it to the top but I'm right near it
I got my left hand on the Glock while the right steering
And I'm always on the move, I don't like chilling
It's hard to stay on that right road when your mind on revenge
Just beat a double fisted case I'm still riding with sticks
In my city it get hectic they dying and shit
Why in the fuck you watching me? Keep them eyes on your bitch
Cops just ate my dust in a V8
If it's one thing I'ma be, I'ma be great
Fuck the judge and the da
Slap a nigga like I'm X, that's the dj
Threw that ice on my neck I done caught pneumonia
Nigga I'll put the ones you love the most in comas
Don't lie and say you been outside 'cause we been bending corners
And she know I'll never fold but she gon' bend it over
I can tell them niggas soft, they too high power
Pussy think he's Superman you like Dwight Howard
My bitch want Gucci slips and dick she don't like flowers
And I'll do a nigga wrong at the right hour
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