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Act Right (feat. Jeezy & YG)
Yo Gotti
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"Act Right"(feat. YG & Jeezy) I'm going going back back to the Bay Rest in peace Mac Dre All I do is talk yay In the club got them bottles on replay Tryna break a record like a DJ That's a hundred fifty bottles in one night I give that nigga some act right Act right, act right Money don't fold if it act right Act right, act right B*****s playin' games you can act righ I'm goin' goin' back back to the Bay Rest in peace Mac Dre I'm a street ******** all I do is talk yay I'm a street nigga all I do is talk yay Ain't lookin' for a free throw, lookin' for a freak ho Cuban link chain on my neck weigh a kilo Want me in your city niggas know they gon' pay On the real shit scale one to ten you a zero On the real nigga scale one to ten you a zero On the West coast but she say she from the N.O. Act right, get your life changed Damn, that a bad mother****er you a Creole Real gangsta shit b***h boy I hate lames Real nigga shit boy I hate lames Me and cash get the act right You ain't in a foreign you don't look right In the club got them bottles on replay Tryna break a record like a DJ That's a hundred fifty bottles in one night I give that nigga some act right Act right, act right Money don't fold if it act right Act right, act right B*****s playin' games you can act righ I'mma tell ya off top mother ****in' free Boosie Ridin' in my Lamborghini with the niggas mad uzi Thinkin' came with a step might be the tightest shit I got a rooster in my Rari might be your b***h I said I pull up in this b***h in that Aventador Make you mother****ers pass out straight hit the floo Said I never seen a car like that before What's that thang stickin' up? That's the door I told YG I'mma go ride the whip You just hangin' out the window ghost ride the clip I made my first quarter million dollars off the blow He want a nine piece chicken took that to-go I'mma tell ya like this, ya'll mother****ers liste Kilo all day mother****er I'm trippin But if you run up on me think I'm slippin' Michael Jordan with the chopper man I hit you like Pippen act right In the club got them bottles on replay Tryna break a record like a DJ Thats a hundred fifty bottles in one night I give that nigga some act right Act right, act right Money don't fold if it act right Act right, act right B*****s playin' games you can act righ Goin' goin' back back to the bank Rest in peace to myself I'mma fly ass nigga I take your h I'll have to leave her if she did me like Coco The devil talkin' to me, but I dont hear him Act like I'm deaf like So-So **** you, **** him, **** the **** my ex and her cohort Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason B*****s start trippin' boom bow crack fien Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt I'm in the Fendi store I don't need help All gold everything like Trinidad I went to high school with you mother****ers you been a ra I don't got money problems, I got trust issues Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols In the club got them bottles on replay Tryna break a record like a DJ Thats a hundred fifty bottles in one night I give that nigga some act right Act right, act right Money don't fold if it act right Act right, act right B*****s playin' games you can act righ Yeah, I had to do it for the street, hoe Do right, getting money, living life hoe Gotti, Young, YG (Yeah) Silk G (Yeah) by og
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