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Smooky MarGielaa

Not Right

 

Not Right


Murda on the Beat so it's Not Nice

Aye, Murda on the Beat so it's Not Nice (uh)
Try to flex the foreigns know your mans tight (uh)
If you talking hell, we wipe you, wet wipes
Pull up drippy to the scene then it's Night, Night
Aye, Murda on the Beat so it's Not Nice
Run up to your block, to your block, call it BikeLife
Free my nigga meek, nigga meek, that was not right
Rollie on my wrist, On my wrist, and it Bite, Bite

If you don't know bout Margiellaa man, you better pay attention
I just tried to school you lil niggas but y'all got detention
I was jumping fences since eleven, now I'm in a mansion
Rocking dirty clothes, now I'm on and my diamonds dancing
Aye, shit is getting cold, shit is getting cold (aye)
I might put like fifty thousand for a coat (aye)
Rocking Presidentials, I can't even vote (aye)
Skrrt up in them jet skis, we don't do them boats (aye)
I don't take flights, I don't take flights (aye)
Hop in the jet, boy I'm living life (aye)
Heard you wanna fight, heard you wanna fight (aye)
You a lame boy get your shit right (aye)
Smooky on the beat, it's about time
Money on my mind, on my mind
'Member selling candy, selling dimes
Now I ball up a nigga singing my lines

Murda on the Beat so it's Not Nice (uh)
Try to flex the foreigns know your mans tight (uh)
If you talking hell, we wack you, wet wipes
Pull up drippy to the scene then it's night night
Aye, Murda on the Beat so it's Not Nice
Run up to your block, to your block, call it BikeLife
Free my nigga meek, nigga meek, that was not right
Rollie on my wrist, On my wrist, and it Bite, Bite

Aye, shit is getting cold, shit is getting cold (aye)
I might put like fifty thousand for a coat (aye)
Rocking Presidentials, I can't even vote (aye)
Scatter up on them jet skis, we don't do them boats (aye)

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