Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song F'N Right , by - Jon Connor. Song from the album Unconscious State, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.07.2013
Record label: All Varsity
Song language: English
F'N Right |
| Fucking right, fucking right |
| If your bitch wanna fuck with me |
| She fucking right, fucking right |
| She keep pulling all on my jeans |
| She fucking right, fucking right |
| Every time I step out I ball |
| Fucking right, fucking right |
| 'Cause I ain’t got time to worry about y’all |
| You fucking right |
| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door |
| You fucking right |
| They all bad bitches |
| You motherfucking right, you fucking right |
| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door |
| You fucking right |
| They all bad bitches |
| You motherfucking right, you fucking right |
| I do it for my city, that’s never gonna stop |
| Fly city nigga, from my head to my socks |
| She want a ménage and you thinking I’m not |
| Won’t give me head while the other one watch |
| Take her to the crib, it’s just one of them nights |
| Ain’t loving your bitch but I’m loving my life |
| You ain’t gotta worry who the illest on the mic |
| Million dollar flow, I got a million dollar life |
| Loving how I’m living but it came at a price |
| Million dollar nigga got a million dollar wife |
| Try to push me to the edge but I never fell off |
| Had to get it with my niggas, now we living in a loft |
| Niggas wanted me to fail, I don’t know what to tell y’all |
| Haters on my paper, when they get the hell off? |
| Came back, I had to get it any time I said hello |
| Said a nigga hated me into a motherfucking buff |
| Stay the fuck out of my business, can I get a witness? |
| You’re talking to a nigga in the trenches |
| My own soul relentless, ball with you niggas while y’all watch the game from |
| the benches |
| Now I’m in the spot, I don’t need zone |
| Getting on the ones I like |
| She know when to fuck all night, man, she looking at me like you |
| Fucking right, fucking right |
| If your bitch wanna fuck with me |
| She fucking right, fucking right |
| She keep pulling all on my jeans |
| She fucking right, fucking right |
| Every time I step out I ball |
| Fucking right, fucking right |
| 'Cause I ain’t got time to worry about y’all |
| You fucking right |
| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door |
| You fucking right |
| They all bad bitches |
| You motherfucking right, you fucking right |
| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door |
| You fucking right |
| They all bad bitches |
| You motherfucking right, you fucking right |
| It’s ten deep, knocking at my trap door |
| Young years have been there whipping, working, serving blow |
| And these friends have been in my face like gangsters, what you know |
| 'Cause every time I leave the booth I’m a suspect, thought I murdered them |
| Finna couple in, got a wing, goddamn it |
| Real motherfuckers in the game, understand it |
| I was ready for the tears with the plug and the brain |
| Didn’t understand a link but my fish roast Spanish |
| I’m a motherfucking Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider |
| Only thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar |
| Fucking right, fucking right, nigga wanna talk this shit then hear my fucking |
| lie, fucking lie |
| Nigga, I was in the dope spot, selling knicks, I’ll fucking die, fucking die |
| Young pimp nigga with a limp, needing your fucking wife, fucking wife |
| And she gonna hit my phone 'cause she said you |
| Fucking right, fucking right |
| If your bitch wanna fuck with me |
| She fucking right, fucking right |
| She keep pulling all on my jeans |
| She fucking right, fucking right |
| Every time I step out I ball |
| Fucking right, fucking right |
| 'Cause I ain’t got time to worry about y’all |
| You fucking right |
| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door |
| You fucking right |
| They all bad bitches |
| You motherfucking right, you fucking right |
| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door |
| You fucking right |
| They all bad bitches |
| You motherfucking right, you fucking right |
| When they let me in the spot, bitches rock and send me |
| Got me feeling like I’m not |
| The nigga that was already now I feel like I’ve landed on another planet |
| Running in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht |
| Funny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came |
| Out the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can’t hear you |
| Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn’t have a clear view |
| Fuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say |
| Sightseeing ass nigga, get the fuck out the way |
| Say I’m lost, same dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe |
| Feel good, shit like a massage to a nigga, couldn’t believe it |
| It felt like a mirage to a nigga, I’ve evolved with you niggas to my eyes |
| Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a nigga |
| Out the Midwest, did you niggas leave in that Michigan? |
| Yes |
| Indiana, Gary and it’s scary, we probably should be up in a cemetery |
| But we focus on this money and we try to be the best |
| I told y’all this shit is just paper so we blow it every night, fuck Ks |
| Hold it down for the city that made us |
| And represent for the hood that raised us |
| Fucking right, fucking right |
| If your bitch wanna fuck with me |
| She fucking right, fucking right |
| She keep pulling all on my jeans |
| She fucking right, fucking right |
| Every time I step out I ball |
| Fucking right, fucking right |
| 'Cause I ain’t got time to worry about y’all |
| You fucking right |
| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door |
| You fucking right |
| They all bad bitches |
| You motherfucking right, you fucking right |
| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door |
| You fucking right |
| They all bad bitches |
| You motherfucking right, you fucking right |