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ft young jeezy yg yo gotti - act right (ft. young jeezy & yg) - yo gotti lyrics

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[intro: yo gotti]
i’m going going back back to the bay
rest in peace mac dre, all i do is talk yay

[bridge: yo gotti]
in the club got them bottles on replay
tryna break a record like a dj
thats a hundred fifty bottles in one night
i get a pistol mack act right

[hook: yo gotti]
act right, act right
money dont fold if it aint right
act right, act right
n-gg-s playin’ games you can act right

[verse 1: yo gotti]
i’m goin’ goin back back to the bay
rest in peace mac dre, i’m a street n-gg- all i do is talk yay
want me in your city n-gg- know they gon’ pay
aint lookin’ for a freak though, lookin for a freak hoe
huberlink chain on my neck wear a kilo?
n-gg- just violated p-ssed to the thirty to his..
on the real n-gg- on a scale of one to ten you a zero
d-mn, that a bad b-tch you a creole
on the west coast the b-tch say she from the n.o.
act right, get your life changed
f-ck a purse you can get the last name
real n-gg- sh-t boy i hate lames
all my n-gg- sell dope or gang bang
me and cash get the act right
bein’ a phony you dont look right

[bridge]

[hook]

[verse 2: young jeezy]
i’mma tell ya off top mother f-ck free boose
ridin’ in my lamborghini with the dope man
thinkin’ came with a step might be the sh-t
i got a rooster in my rari might be your b-tch
i said i pull to detention a vintador
make you b-tch p-ss out straight hit the floor
said i never seen a car like that before
whats that thang stickin up? thats 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 motherf-cker listen
kilo all day motherf-cker 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

[bridge]

[hook]

[verse 3: yg]
goin’ goin’ back back to the bank
rest in peace to myself
i’mma fly n-gg- n-gg- i take your ho
i had the louie v she did me like coco
the devil talkin’ to me, but i dont hear him
act like i’m deaf like so-so
f-ck you, f-ck him, f-ck them
f-ck my ex with a pogos
hundred bottles in the cup, no weezy
n-gg-s start trippin boom bow dope fiend
fendi on my shoes, fendi on my belt
i’m in the fendi store i dont need help
all gold everything like trinidad
i went to high school with your b-tch with a rack
i dont got money problems, i got trust issues
two things i gotta stay is with the two pistols

[bridge]

[hook]



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