Off Rhite

(Yeah)
(Yeaahh)
(Mm mm mmm)
(Mmmmhmmm)
(Noooo)
(Lets go)
Right,right,right
Right(aye)right(yeah)right(woah)
Right,right,right
Right(aye)right(yeah)right(woah)

Never wrong im always right(yeah)
Keep a frrrrr on my side
(On my)
(Yeah)
Wait a minute im gone
Sit on my thrown(yeah)
Never lackin no (noo)
I might take ya hoe(woah)
But wont take her home(no)
GG hitting strong(yeah)
Thats the shit im on(aye)
Stuck in outer space(prrrm)
Like i want my cake
These niggas just in the way(way)
Where they play they lay
Bag on me they cannot take

I been so m'fuckin down like give me a break
Know these niggas they be clowns
Fake smiles all on they face
Now i walk around with this bake
I might give you a taste
(Yeah)

(Wait a minute im gone)
(Aye, yeah, lets go)

How many bitches can fit in a tayga prolly too many
Aint sayin shit if it aint paper
I need me like plenty(lets go)
Bad bitch fucking i might pay her
A dime but her name penny
(Penny)
Penny gon play with pickles
Might be for a little
But she still gone do it(right)
Watch the codeine trickle
It be so unique
How that shit be moving
(how that shit be moving)
Ask me what i want
But ill never tell you
What you should be doing

Right right what you should be doing

(What you should be doing)
(What you should be doing)



Credits
Writer(s): George Tribbitt
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