Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Right, artist - Smooky MarGielaa.
Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Not Right |
If you talking hell, we wipe you, wet wipes |
Pull up Drippy to the scene then it’s night, night |
Aye, Murda on the Beat so it’s not nice |
Run up to your block, to your block, call it Bike Life |
Free my nigga Meek, nigga Meek, that was not right |
Rollie on my wrist, on my wrist, and it bite, bite |
If you don’t know 'bout Margielaa man, you better pay attention |
I just tried to school you lil' niggas but y’all got detention |
I was jumping fences since eleven, now I’m in a mansion |
Rockin' dirty clothes, now I’m on and my diamonds dancing |
Ayy, shit is getting cold, shit is getting cold (Ayy) |
I might put like fifty thousand for a coat (Ayy) |
Rockin' presidentials, I can’t even vote (Aye) |
Skrrt up in them jet skis, we don’t do them boats (Ayy) |
I don’t take flights, I don’t take flights (Ayy) |
Hop in the jet, boy I’m livin' life (Ayy) |
Heard you wanna fight, heard you wanna fight (Ayy) |
You a lame boy get your shit right (Ayy) |
Smooky on the beat, it’s about time |
Money on my mind, on my mind |
'Member sellin' candy, sellin' dimes |
Now I ball up a nigga sang my lines |
Murda on the Beat so it’s not nice (Uh) |
Try to flex the foreigns know your mans tight (Uh) |
If you talking hell, we wack you, wet wipes |
Pull up Drippy to the scene then it’s night night |
Ayy, Murda on the beat so it’s not nice |
Run up to your block, to your block, call it Bike Life |
Free my nigga Meek, nigga Meek, that was not right |
Rollie on my wrist, on my wrist, and it bite, bite |
Ayy, shit is getting cold, shit is getting cold (Ayy) |
I might put like fifty thousand for a coat (Ayy) |
Rocking presidentials, I can’t even vote (Aye) |
Scatter up on them jet skis, we don’t do them boats (Ayy) |