Got me Right
Freddy2ps, Kid Reezle
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Shine 'cause I wanna Grind 'cause I gotta Getting where I'm goin' I'ma bend the block up Trees get ignite Put it in a chick life Mob shit no hype Family got cha boy right Shine 'cause I wanna Grind 'cause I gotta Getting where I'm goin' I'ma bend the block up Trees get ignite Put it in a chick life Mob shit no hype Family got cha boy right Like old titty milk Bitch, I'm spoiled I don't want her If she don't treat me like I'm royal I bend corners on thangs Who you playin wit If you ain't got your own spot Who you staying wit All she know is work and church Who you prayin' wit She told me God comes first Then it's her next Any man she consider Gone be blessed fa sho I was at my weakest Like when Satan test Jesus What you know about Freedom huh I be preaching like a deacon huh They listen But don't hear Like I'm speaking in tongues Exotic in my lungs I be flowing Like I'm from another planet huh I be flipping my tongue Like I'm Spanish huh Her spirit is Bonita Her flesh is Boricua Shine 'cause I wanna Grind 'cause I gotta Getting where I'm goin' I'ma bend the block up Trees get ignite Put it in a chick life Mob shit no hype Family got Cha boy right Shine 'cause I wanna Grind 'cause I gotta Getting where I'm goin' I'ma bend the block up Trees get ignite Put it in a chick life Mob shit no hype Family got cha boy right We might fight amongst each other But I promise you this We'll burn this bitch Down Get us pissed Staring at death with the googly eyes Give me a kiss I be Hella extra Extra terrestrial I knocked her at Trader Joe's I'm flyer than UFO I told her I'm from the bay She said Oakland or Frisco I told her Palo Alto She said Stanford Stanford hospital Saved a lot of niggaz, I know He was shot multiple times God didn't want him to go Cut throat how the game go I'm roguish for life Pop a wheelie on a motorbike If you see her with me She my reflection My better light The day to my night The vision to my site Red bone big butt That's what I like physical build athletic Women say I'm they type Shine 'cause I wanna Grind 'cause I gotta Getting where I'm goin' I'ma bend the block up Trees get ignite Put it in a chick life Mob shit no hype Family got cha boy right Shine 'cause I wanna Grind 'cause I gotta Getting where I'm goin' I'ma bend the block up Trees get ignite Put it in a chick life Mob shit no hype Family got cha boy right Yeah, it's your boy Kid Rezzle You dig what I'm talking about Fucking with my guy man My dude Freddy2Ps mane Kill Records yum sayin' 2 3 shit you already know how we get down Ya feel me Yeah mean Family gotcha, boy, ya dig Yum talkin' bout
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Written by: Fredrick Peterson, Keenan Reed
Lyrics © KILL RECORDS
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