Текст песни MFn Right - T. Rich

Never
Gave a
Fuck a
Bout a
Dorky ass nigga
Girl you better off without him
Come correct with top
And I just might go red your bottoms
You know the bag came in
Might go head and tear the lot up
BMB the mob
The party it ain't shit without us
Fresh up out the 80s
Cutlass
Bitch look like Madonna
You call her bae
Bust on her blouse
She call me silk Tha shocker
You drinking tron tron
No chaser
Guess you grown grown
I'm a slut
One shot'll get me out these Polos
How you back and forth so much
Still got the city on lock
Lock
Two doors
Four whores
Riding in a drop top
She don't even smoke
Lil baby caught a contact
Hit her and her friend that night
And shot it on the ipad
I can't be yo nigga
I can't even hit it twice
See you dancing to this song
This my mufuckin life
Aye Ciroc all in my cup
I might just mix it with the sprite
Yo friend said that I ain't shit
And she mufuckin
Mufuckin right

And she mufuckin
Right
And she mufuckin right
And she mufuckin
Right

Let her dance on it
Dance on it
Watch her twerk
Watch her twerk
Where ya friends
Where ya friends
I'm a flirt
I'm a flirt
I got strands
I got strands
She got perks
She got perks
No strings attached
Strings attached
This might work
Go getter
Throat killer
Big ass mink
Think I'm a dope dealer
Got so much hate
What you a wholesaler
Oh well I
Stack this money
Kill these beats
Guess I'm a toe tagger
GG coat pattern
Smell like cologne and leather
Do it in ya TRIGMI tee
I know that's ya girl
You wonder why she be
Best friend'n me
Boolest nigga in the bitty
I ain't got no enemies
Kash Doll wanna ice me out
Told her make it wintery
Bitch this ain't the little league
Bossed up on em literally
Ten racks
That ain't shit to me
Take her out to Tiffany
I had an epiphany
If they ain't bringing benjis
Or ain't kin
Don't give em energy
Bitch its beyond Make Believe
Nigga