Blog  |  About  |  Privacy  |  Contact  |  +Submit Lyrics

Right Hour

-
  • TextText file is a kind of computer file that is structured as a sequence of lines of electronic text.
  • WordUse for Microsoft Office Word or Open Office
  • PDFUse for Abobe Acrobat

Right Hour - DaBoii Lyrics


[Verse]

I heard them suckas brought them straps, drop that load off then

And stop lying to them hoes, you's a ho outchea

Everywhere my chest out I don't know about fear

Bitch keep asking 'bout her man, I don't know that queer

Nigga every chopper on got a hundred on it

Nigga come up out that chain because my brother want it

Plot to stack up wit' my bitch but that shit wasn't growing

Can't fully blame her, I'm to blame 'cause I wasn't focused

I was too busy in my feelings now the bag I'm in

Shot caller, boss man, on your dad, I'm him

All my shooters be all net like they mad at rim

Owe me money, still ain't paid? You can have that chim

First class on Jetblue, I don't fly Spirit

Still ain't made it to the top but I'm right near it

I got my left hand on the Glock while the right steering

And I'm always on the move, I don't like chilling

It's hard to stay on that right road when your mind on revenge

Just beat a double fisted case I'm still riding with sticks

In my city it get hectic they dying and shit

Why in the fuck you watching me? Keep them eyes on your bitch

Cops just ate my dust in a V8

If it's one thing I'ma be, I'ma be great

Fuck the judge and the da

Slap a nigga like I'm X, that's the dj

Threw that ice on my neck I done caught pneumonia

Nigga I'll put the ones you love the most in comas

Don't lie and say you been outside 'cause we been bending corners

And she know I'll never fold but she gon' bend it over

I can tell them niggas soft, they too high power

Pussy think he's Superman you like Dwight Howard

My bitch want Gucci slips and dick she don't like flowers

And I'll do a nigga wrong at the right hour

Right Hour lyrics !!!