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Right Here
by ShabZi Madallion
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Way way way wavey
Listen
Gravy gravy gravy gravy
Blass my nigga… You got the sauce
Hey hey hey call all the cops (call all the cops)
I did something wrong (I did something wrong)
Take me to jail my nigga (take me to jail)
I’m killing them songs
Look how I bodied them all
I mean look how I body them all Boitz
I look at you like what you sorry for
We should be buying the malls Boitz
We should be (we should be) on my nigga
Taking them shots
Pah pah pah pah then you gone my nigga (my nigga)
We doing a lot (I said)
And niggas acting like they don’t see us (oh no)
But they’re calling me God
And I don’t wanna be your Jesus (oh no)
I’m Dalli my dawg (hey)
Listen Im Dalli my dawg
I just be taking my time with it
I just be minding my own business
I just be waiting on yall to finish (woo)
This life here is long (way)
Shit they never told you coming up
Still asking bout the underdog like he disappeared man what the fuck my nigga
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Where you at? (I’m right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Boy I took my time are you kidding
All them chats behind my back that you niggas had
Now I’m chauffeured by my boner
Know what it’s like to be hard driven
Gotta fuck the world I wanna be abroad
Excuse a boss took it from a dad that never had time to be an awe (my nigga)
Are you impressed yet?
You talk a lot bout being a big dawg but there’s only one freshmen
Only one lyricist while they marry music I’m the fucken best man at the job
Ask your best friend I’m a God,
There is no point to your lyricism ‘cause I rest pens at the morgue
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Lyrically I’m Picasso
Shakespeare in the building heard they read my lyrics like a bible
Go against me you gon die slow
Best advice for you children is to fall back im an idol
To my fans - understand that’s real reason why I took my time dawg
Like nigga where you at
I had to do it with the right dawgs my nigga (where you at)
I am not about your vibes no my nigga (where you at)
We just here on the grind oooohh
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Im right here
Where you at?
I am not about your vibes nooo
Way way way wavey
Listen
Gravy gravy gravy gravy
Blass my nigga… You got the sauce
Hey hey hey call all the cops (call all the cops)
I did something wrong (I did something wrong)
Take me to jail my nigga (take me to jail)
I’m killing them songs
Look how I bodied them all
I mean look how I body them all Boitz
I look at you like what you sorry for
We should be buying the malls Boitz
We should be (we should be) on my nigga
Taking them shots
Pah pah pah pah then you gone my nigga (my nigga)
We doing a lot (I said)
And niggas acting like they don’t see us (oh no)
But they’re calling me God
And I don’t wanna be your Jesus (oh no)
I’m Dalli my dawg (hey)
Listen Im Dalli my dawg
I just be taking my time with it
I just be minding my own business
I just be waiting on yall to finish (woo)
This life here is long (way)
Shit they never told you coming up
Still asking bout the underdog like he disappeared man what the fuck my nigga
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Where you at? (I’m right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Boy I took my time are you kidding
All them chats behind my back that you niggas had
Now I’m chauffeured by my boner
Know what it’s like to be hard driven
Gotta fuck the world I wanna be abroad
Excuse a boss took it from a dad that never had time to be an awe (my nigga)
Are you impressed yet?
You talk a lot bout being a big dawg but there’s only one freshmen
Only one lyricist while they marry music I’m the fucken best man at the job
Ask your best friend I’m a God,
There is no point to your lyricism ‘cause I rest pens at the morgue
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Lyrically I’m Picasso
Shakespeare in the building heard they read my lyrics like a bible
Go against me you gon die slow
Best advice for you children is to fall back im an idol
To my fans - understand that’s real reason why I took my time dawg
Like nigga where you at
I had to do it with the right dawgs my nigga (where you at)
I am not about your vibes no my nigga (where you at)
We just here on the grind oooohh
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right here)
Where you at? (Right)
Im right here
Where you at?
I am not about your vibes nooo
