damn Right Pt. 2

Yeah, one-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers
 Three, two, three, better blow ya momma's teeth out
 I chew like I'm pika, then I spit like I'm Nina
 Wish you merry Kwanzaa, set fire to my sneakers
 One-two fleeka, might need some anesthesia
 See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita
 Achu like paprika, then I wanna spit like Aretha
 You see me? You feel me? You got me? Eureka
 What you want? (What you want?)
 Everybody knows my name, what you want? (What you want?)
 Saying l was talking back just to front (just to front)
 Everybody talkin' shit, and they damn right
 Damn right, damn right, yeah, damn right
 Sayin' plastic on my wrist and they damn right
 Damn right, damn right
 One-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers, yeah
 See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita
 Onе, one, one, one-two fleeka
 See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita
 One-two fat thighs, some trousers and a black eye
 Three, two, three, only say what's up for the wifi
 Guess I'm supposed to be grown, this how it feel bone to bone
 And I did post, but I'm alone, rich off catfish like petco
 Damn right she stole that Bacardi, damn right he drive fake Ferrari
 Goddamn it, ain't even a party without you flexing that Murakami
 Always late to the mass, show, tell, never ask
 Powerade in the flask, wintertime in this counterfeit bag
 What you want? (What you want?)
 Everybody knows my name, what you want? (What you want?)
 Saying l was talking back just to front (just to front)
 Everybody talkin' shit, and they damn right
 Damn right, damn right, yeah, damn right
 Sayin' plastic on my wrist and they damn right
 Damn right, damn right, yeah, damn right
 Say I'm biting on their hits and they damn right
 Damn right, damn right
 One-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers, yeah
 See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita
 One, one, one, one-two fleeka
 See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita
 Your boy got a brat doll hair
 He wanna quick bite with the lights on-air
 Your pop got a beat with the Jay-Z snare
 But the wife just sucks and she got no flare, I
 Clap like religion, move like snakes when I make my decision
 Bye, bye, bye, better watch the precision
 Wanna be me, but you got no ambition
 Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo
 Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo
 Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo
 Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita
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