ฟังเพลงdamn Right (Explicit)

Song: damn Right

Artist: AUDREY NUNA

Lyrics: Nate Donmoyer, Anwar Sawyer & AUDREY NUNA

Composed: Nate Donmoyer

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

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

Sayin plastic on my wrist and they damn right

Damn right, damn right, yeah

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

What you want?

Everybody knows my name, what you want?

Saying I just came to flake like croissants

Everybody talkin' shιt and they damn right

Damn right, damn right, yeah

Damn right

Saying 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, yeah