Letras act right - mike.

act right

Don’t know how to act\nDon’t know how to act right\nYou don’t get to come around\nIf you don’t know how to act right\nTwo girls at the crib, that’s a cat fight\nLong flight with the dogs, took a cat nap\nOn site got an ounce in the knapsack\nFuck going on shorty, you can have that\nRoll that, took a hit and then pass that\nBounce back, not the check, you can cash that\nYou can back that, that’s a big bag\nI ain’t really no gambling man\nMore like a family man\nMore like break the family off so the family can\nI sell more tickets than the artists at the Grammys can\nI like my wine red and my girl with a Miami tan\nYou ain’t see me in the dark\nCouldn’t see me with a flashlight\nDon’t know how to act\nDon’t know how to act right\nAct right, act right, girl you gotta act right\nAct right, act right, shorty gotta act right\nAct right, act right, dog you gotta act right\nYou don’t get to come around\nIf you don’t know how to act\nAct right, girl you gotta act right\nAct right, girl you gotta act right\nAct right, dog you gotta act right\nAbstract\nYour ass it art that shit is abstract\nI got tire marks on my heart\nBut I’m past that\nI duck the fuck shit like, like Afflac\nLike Afflac, got a pad that ya’ll can crash at\nYou know me, I’m your dada you’re my bebe\nI’m a lab rat, I’m a lab rat\nI’m your dada, you’re my bebe\nIf you can have that, you can have that\nI been going off, I ain’t got to say it\nAnd my dogs good, we all doing great\nI ain’t fucking with her head, I graduate\nShe got salty, I let it marinate\nYou don’t get to come around\nIf you don’t know how to act right\nIf you don’t know how to\nIf you don’t know how to act\nYou ain’t see me in the dark\nCouldn’t see me with a flashlight\nDon’t know how to act\nAct right, girl you gotta act right\nAct right, act right, shorty gotta act right\nAct right, act right, dog you gotta act right\nYou don’t get to come around\nIf you don’t know how to act\nAct right, girl you gotta act right\nAct right, girl you gotta act right\nAct right, dog you gotta act right\nGot a white tongue, black lung, blue drink\nGot a white tongue, black lung, blue drink\nOut in Old Town nights young new year\nNew me, new crib, new gear\nVroom-vroom, knock-knock, who’s there?\nI might switch my speed up\nI been on my toes but I kept my feet up\nGot a shorty over rolling all my weed up\nMillion dollar songs right out of the bedroom\nBig ol' crib, couple extra bedrooms\nTall ceilings 'cause I needed the head room\nCouple extra bedrooms\nIt’s good for my headspace\nCause it’s hard to get space for me\nCouldn’t know you gotta act right\nGotta act right, gotta act right