CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : ​damn Right

Yeah, 1 2 fleeka
You wanna pop my speakers
3, 2, 3 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
1 2 fleeka, might need some anaesthesia
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?
Everybody knows my name, what you want?
Saying l was talking back just the front
Everybody talkin' shιt, 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

1, 2, fat thighs, some trousers and a black eye
3, 2, 3 only say what's up for thе wifi
Guess I'm supposed to be grown
This how it feel bonе 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
God damn 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