BIG K.R.I.T. - Get Right Lyrics

Ok this is just an anthem for tha playas, top notch boppers, and the pimp's with tha gators, rollerskaters smoked out elavated
drinks sippin, paint flippin congragating Lets get right,
Lets get right, Lets get right, Lets get right,
All night, all night, all night,
Party like it’s 1999.

1,2,1,2,1,2 I got plenty breaking hoes four in the mornin' aint many Playa,playa play on,roller skate on get my chase for somethin to take home now who you watinin' on? uh,
Freaky with me she got Beat till she shook and went to sleep you think she don’t cheat she Suckin'& she fuckin‘ cause she love the way i spit it I know she only want me for my dick but I can dig it, i dig her theirs nothing iller,kinda killer like jack the ripper that's way before I drink the liquor
My moves are major can’t do no favors
For chickens with cruel intentions of layin' eggs tryin to get to my paper, plenty pimpin nah I ain’t trickin, aint never slippin’ hella liffted when we piffin, stuck to the cellin' you smell the vapors when we roll by so crack a seal pour up and get right...

Chorus:
Ok this is just an anthem for tha playas, top notch boppers, and the pimp's with tha gators, rollerskaters smoked out elavated
drinks sippin, paint flippin congragating Lets get right,
Lets get right, Lets get right, Lets get right,
All night, all night, all night,
Party like it’s 1999.

Back up back up cause it’s on
Break a dawn, popin tops, takin' shots, vibin' to the early morn’
I ain’t trippin if I make it home, tryin’ to bone
taking pictures of bad bitches and save em in my phone
B.B. in me on the late night, take flight on my base pipes
searchin' for jaws like great whites aint that some shit? yeah, thats some shit, you claimed that was your girl but why she all up on my tip Don’t need to buck cause you get fucked up in this party
chickitty check your self before I finish what you started, get retarted hella stupid in the mix line up, knock em down dominoes in this bitch Drink ain’t free, drink on me, store run
gotta take my whip cause your tanks on E? its all good
i got a little doe to blow, buy a case of Ole E' and some blunts to roll

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Feelin good, drink got me feelin' fine
Doing what a playa does, smokin just to ease my mind
foreva gettin on, ridin' chrome, poppin ass pros wont leave it alone
I said these poppin ass pros wont leave it alone
All day, all night I can’t be faded
Too cold on hoes they ain’t for savin
Get right, get gold, feel like we’ve made it
how could you hate? congratulated.

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Thanks to garbo

Thanks to That Kid Jay for correcting these lyrics
 

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