Paroles de Act Right de Yo Gotti, Young Jeezy, YG

Yo Gotti
I'm going going back back to the Bay
Rest in peace Mac Dre, all I do is talk yay

Yo Gotti
In the club got them bottles on replay
Tryna break a record like a DJ
That's a hundred fifty bottles in one night
I get a pistol mack act right


[Refrain] Yo Gotti
Act right, act right
Money don't fold if it ain't right
Act right, act right
Niggas playin' games you can act right

Yo Gotti
I'm goin' goin back back to the Bay
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'm a street nigga all I do is talk yay
Want me in your city nigga know they gon' pay
Ain't lookin' for a freak though, lookin for a freak hoe
Huberlink chain on my neck wear a kilo?
Nigga just violated pissed to the thirty to his..
On the real nigga on a scale of one to ten you a zero
Damn, that a bad bitch you a Creole
On the West coast the bitch say she from the N.O.
Act right, get your life changed
Fuck a purse you can get the last name
Real nigga shit boy I hate lames
All my nigga sell dope or gang bang
Me and cash get the act right
Bein' a phony you don't look right

[Refrain]

Young Jeezy
I'mma tell ya off top mother fuck free Boose
Ridin' in my Lamborghini with the dope man
Thinkin' came with a step might be the shit
I got a rooster in my Rari might be your bitch
I said I pull to detention a vintador
Make you bitch pass out straight hit the floor
Said I never seen a car like that before
What's that thang stickin up? that's the door
I told YG I'mma go ride the whip
You just hangin' out the window ghost ride the clip
I made my first quarter million dollars off the blow
He want a nine piece chicken took that to-go
I'mma tell ya like this, ya'll motherfucker listen
Kilo all day motherfucker I'm trippin'
If you run up on me think I'm slippin'
Michael Jordan with the chopper man I hit you like Pippen act right

[Refrain]

YG
Goin' goin' back back to the bank
Rest in peace to myself
I'mma fly nigga nigga I take your ho
I had the Louie V she did me like Coco
The devil talkin' to me, but I don't hear him
Act like I'm deaf like So-So
Fuck you, fuck him, fuck them
Fuck my ex with a pogos
Hundred bottles in the cup, no Weezy
Niggas start trippin boom bow dope fiend
Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
I'm in the Fendi store I don't need help
All gold everything like Trinidad
I went to high school with your bitch with a rack
I don't got money problems, I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols

[Refrain]


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