Jon Connor

Jon Connor - F'N Right

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Fucking right, fucking right

If your bitch wanna fuck with me

She fucking right, fucking right

She keep pulling all on my jeans

She fucking right, fucking right

Every time I step out I ball

Fucking right, fucking right

‘Cause I ain’t got time to worry about y’all

You fucking right

It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door

You fucking right

They all bad bitches

You motherfucking right, you fucking right

It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door

You fucking right

They all bad bitches

You motherfucking right, you fucking right

I do it for my city, that’s never gonna stop

Fly city nigga, from my head to my socks

She want a ménage and you thinking I’m not

Won’t give me head while the other one watch

Take her to the crib, it’s just one of them nights

Ain’t loving your bitch but I’m loving my life

You ain’t gotta worry who the illest on the mic

Million dollar flow, I got a million dollar life

Loving how I’m living but it came at a price

Million dollar nigga got a million dollar wife

Try to push me to the edge but I never fell off

Had to get it with my niggas, now we living in a loft

Niggas wanted me to fail, I don’t know what to tell y’all

Haters on my paper, when they get the hell off?

Came back, I had to get it any time I said hello

Said a nigga hated me into a motherfucking buff

Stay the fuck out of my business, can I get a witness?

You’re talking to a nigga in the trenches

My own soul relentless, ball with you niggas while y’all watch the game from the benches

Now I’m in the spot, I don’t need zone

Getting on the ones I like

She know when to fuck all night, man, she looking at me like you

Fucking right, fucking right

If your bitch wanna fuck with me

She fucking right, fucking right

She keep pulling all on my jeans

She fucking right, fucking right

Every time I step out I ball

Fucking right, fucking right

‘Cause I ain’t got time to worry about y’all

You fucking right

It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door

You fucking right

They all bad bitches

You motherfucking right, you fucking right

It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door

You fucking right

They all bad bitches

You motherfucking right, you fucking right

It’s ten deep, knocking at my trap door

Young years have been there whipping, working, serving blow

And these friends have been in my face like gangsters, what you know

‘Cause every time I leave the booth I’m a suspect, thought I murdered them

Finna couple in, got a wing, goddamn it

Real motherfuckers in the game, understand it

I was ready for the tears with the plug and the brain

Didn’t understand a link but my fish roast Spanish

I’m a motherfucking Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider

Only thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar

Fucking right, fucking right, nigga wanna talk this shit then hear my fucking lie, fucking lie

Nigga, I was in the dope spot, selling knicks, I’ll fucking die, fucking die

Young pimp nigga with a limp, needing your fucking wife, fucking wife

And she gonna hit my phone ‘cause she said you

Fucking right, fucking right

If your bitch wanna fuck with me

She fucking right, fucking right

She keep pulling all on my jeans

She fucking right, fucking right

Every time I step out I ball

Fucking right, fucking right

‘Cause I ain’t got time to worry about y’all

You fucking right

It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door

You fucking right

They all bad bitches

You motherfucking right, you fucking right

It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door

You fucking right

They all bad bitches

You motherfucking right, you fucking right

When they let me in the spot, bitches rock and send me

Got me feeling like I’m not

The nigga that was already now I feel like I’ve landed on another planet

Running in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht

Funny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came

Out the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can’t hear you

Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn’t have a clear view

Fuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say

Sightseeing ass nigga, get the fuck out the way

Say I’m lost, same dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe

Feel good, shit like a massage to a nigga, couldn’t believe it

It felt like a mirage to a nigga, I’ve evolved with you niggas to my eyes

Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a nigga

Out the Midwest, did you niggas leave in that Michigan? Yes

Indiana, Gary and it’s scary, we probably should be up in a cemetery

But we focus on this money and we try to be the best

I told y’all this shit is just paper so we blow it every night, fuck Ks

Hold it down for the city that made us

And represent for the hood that raised us

Fucking right, fucking right

If your bitch wanna fuck with me

She fucking right, fucking right

She keep pulling all on my jeans

She fucking right, fucking right

Every time I step out I ball

Fucking right, fucking right

‘Cause I ain’t got time to worry about y’all

You fucking right

It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door

You fucking right

They all bad bitches

You motherfucking right, you fucking right

It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door

You fucking right

They all bad bitches

You motherfucking right, you fucking right

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