Jeezy - Get It Right lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[Jeezy - Get It Right lyrics]
Heard it's popping at the spot
Time to get right
Call up my dawgs tell 'em get right
Call up them broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles 'til we fall let's get right
Heard it's popping at the spot
Time to get right
Call up my dawgs tell 'em get right
Call up them broads tell 'em get right
Time to ball 'til we fall, let's get right
Let's get right
Everybody switching them sides who
Can you trust believe what you wanna believe
What's to discuss
Young the type a nigga that throw you
The whip and ride the bus
And still give the nigga my last
Enough is enough
Bad bitch with me and she makes bread
Let her ride the dick like a Ten Speed
They tell me turn up so I change gear
They know me in this motherfucker like Cheers
Hood nigga yea and I'm living major
Whole fucking hood know I made ya
Whole fucking block know I saved ya
Your own fucking folks knows I raised ya
See I kept it 100 from the fucking start
Call me Mel Gibson, got a brave heart
See they money get low and they get tight
Homie gone with the games, nigga get right
Heard it's popping at the spot
Time to get right
Call up my dawgs tell 'em get right
Call up them broads tell 'em get right
Time to ball 'til we fall, let's get right
Let's get right i ain't stuntin' these hoes
I ain't stuntin' these niggas
Sparklers on the way
Yea we blowin' these figures
Keep 'em coming we gon' do it all night
Got the whole hood with me
We 'bout to get right
So now you ain't fucking with me
That's how you feel
Like I was ever fucking with you
Get for real
And I ain't done what for who, nigga for real
You claiming that you put niggas on
Get you a deal acting like Rico from Belly
That's what you doing
Homie don't really know what it is
What you pursuing
But fuck around nigga with Young
He'll get you ruined
Thought we was going in tonight
Fuck is we doing
Real talk nigga I ain't the bitch type
Don't make me fuck your bitch
Bet I'm your bitch's type
Have her looking broad day with a flashlight
Dull ass niggas stay tryin' to find light
Acting ass niggas give 'em 3 strikes
Heard he rapped to the judge gave 'em 3 mics
Never in my life seen
Niggas acting like dikes
Nigga go'n with the game, homie get right
Heard it's popping at a spot
It's time to get right
Call up my dawgs tell 'em get right
Call up them broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall, let's get right
Let's get right i ain't stuntin' these hoes
I ain't stuntin' these niggas
Sparklers on the way
Yea we blowin' these figures
Keep 'em coming we gon' do it all night
Got the whole hood with me
We 'bout to get right get right
Let's get right
Time to get right
Call up my dawgs tell 'em get right
Call up them broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles 'til we fall let's get right
Heard it's popping at the spot
Time to get right
Call up my dawgs tell 'em get right
Call up them broads tell 'em get right
Time to ball 'til we fall, let's get right
Let's get right
Everybody switching them sides who
Can you trust believe what you wanna believe
What's to discuss
Young the type a nigga that throw you
The whip and ride the bus
And still give the nigga my last
Enough is enough
Bad bitch with me and she makes bread
Let her ride the dick like a Ten Speed
They tell me turn up so I change gear
They know me in this motherfucker like Cheers
Hood nigga yea and I'm living major
Whole fucking hood know I made ya
Whole fucking block know I saved ya
Your own fucking folks knows I raised ya
See I kept it 100 from the fucking start
Call me Mel Gibson, got a brave heart
See they money get low and they get tight
Homie gone with the games, nigga get right
Heard it's popping at the spot
Time to get right
Call up my dawgs tell 'em get right
Call up them broads tell 'em get right
Time to ball 'til we fall, let's get right
Let's get right i ain't stuntin' these hoes
I ain't stuntin' these niggas
Sparklers on the way
Yea we blowin' these figures
Keep 'em coming we gon' do it all night
Got the whole hood with me
We 'bout to get right
So now you ain't fucking with me
That's how you feel
Like I was ever fucking with you
Get for real
And I ain't done what for who, nigga for real
You claiming that you put niggas on
Get you a deal acting like Rico from Belly
That's what you doing
Homie don't really know what it is
What you pursuing
But fuck around nigga with Young
He'll get you ruined
Thought we was going in tonight
Fuck is we doing
Real talk nigga I ain't the bitch type
Don't make me fuck your bitch
Bet I'm your bitch's type
Have her looking broad day with a flashlight
Dull ass niggas stay tryin' to find light
Acting ass niggas give 'em 3 strikes
Heard he rapped to the judge gave 'em 3 mics
Never in my life seen
Niggas acting like dikes
Nigga go'n with the game, homie get right
Heard it's popping at a spot
It's time to get right
Call up my dawgs tell 'em get right
Call up them broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall, let's get right
Let's get right i ain't stuntin' these hoes
I ain't stuntin' these niggas
Sparklers on the way
Yea we blowin' these figures
Keep 'em coming we gon' do it all night
Got the whole hood with me
We 'bout to get right get right
Let's get right