Get It Right

I never struggle to communicate
I'm in your face
Trust me it's on purpose
If I'm in your way
Baby I'm a don
It's up in my name
Go on try them other dudes
It's fine it don't hit the same
Bitch I am a different strain
You need cocaine and
These fuckers is baby powder
You spent some time with me
And I might make a lady out ya
I know most these suckers
They only want the labi out ya
I want everything
Potatoes and the gravy out ya
I'm a beast I need a feast
I give that ass to smoke
I'm like two lungs full of shish
I let these bitches free
I release them from they leash
They on Jimmy like Butler
And like him I bring the heat

Get it right
Get it right
Get it right bitch
Get it right
Get it right
Get it right
Get it right bitch
Get it right

I'm full of purpose
And though I make it nervous
I'm blinded by all my courage
These niggas doing the same old shit
They all refurbished
Look you don't want a skirmish
I toke and I'm airborn
I leave you where the dirt is
Most don't understand
And neither is it a part they plan
The world they think they built
Is just a castle made of sand
And all them prayers they sending up
Is ending up in spam
They work they heart out for auditions
But can't make the band
Straight out of high school
She come to join the G league
She got a hell of a cross
And I'm looking for a three-peat
She from France
Hop up on that dick
And holler oui oui
I need them baguettes
If you ain't got them you won't see me

Get it right
Get it right
Get it right bitch
Get it right
Get it right
Get it right
Get it right bitch
Get it right



Credits
Writer(s): Garry Don Jr Richardson
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