Letra de LEFT RIGHT - OhGeesy

(Feat. Shoreline Mafia, Big Sean)

Give a hundred to the valet (Valet)

She flexible, she doin' ballet (Ballet)

Spanish bitch from the Valley

Catchin' fades in the alley, west side of Cali

Hundred deep, gettin' rowdy (Rowdy)

Pulled up in a Maybach, this not a Audi

She ride the dick like howdy (Howdy)

Black, Spanish, mixed up with Saudi

She's so bad and pretty, got the fat ass, them titties, ayy

I used to sell fenty and I used to rock Dickies

Now it's Chanel and Givenchy, bad bitches right with me

Lean fuckin' up kidneys, on my marathon like Nipsey, ayy

Tell her friend bring a friend (Friend), droptops all the time, turnt up in a Benz (In a Benz)

Bad boos, tattoos (Tattoos), lookin' pretty, sittin' pretty with the Cartier lens

Got three, four hoes (Four ho—), all white toes, nothin' less than a ten (Than a ten)

Got three, four poles with so many shots, this shit never ends

Left, right, left, right

Bad bitches to the left, right, left, right

Bad bitches to the left (The left), right (Right), left (Left), right (Right)

Bad bitches to the— (Woah, right)

Bad bitches to the— (B-I-G, left right, yeah)

Bad bitches to the— woah

She said, "I know where you be at like all the time"

I said, "How you know that?" She said, "'Cause you always on my mind" (Woah)

Girl, my OG is E-40, I got Gouda on the line

But I'm headed to you, woah, ooh (Woah, woah, ayy)

Like JB, it's no pressure (No pressure)

If it ain't servin' me then the shit gettin' severed (Gone)

Treat her legs like business and pleasure (What?)

Yeah, they way better seperate (Okay)

I'm just fuckin' up the extras to make you feel special (Frrt)

In the crib like we tethered

She love playin' dress-up, but you know I undress you

Just to go and fuck you on the dresser, ayy

I can change up the weather with ease, I'll give your ass a breeze, bring sand to the beach (On God)

Lotta Cartier frames, got Cartier keys, my old school got Cartier seats (What?)

Got a Cartier ashtray, my dogs don't smoke, but they wrap your ass up in white sheets (White sheets)

She just want a rich nigga that's P, that always stay hard, and got nice ass teeth

Shit, and I'm single, boo, but still got a million, trillion things I need to do (Boy)

I'm just a young black man with the world against me

I done lost real ones, I'm grievin' too

But that's, that's why I been needin' you

You take my mind off the bullshit and ease it too

Call me daddy, I'll teach your ass a thing or two

I'm tryna hype you up, girl, I believe in you

Left, right, dress tight, ass fat, breasts nice (Woah)

Fantasizin' 'bout me while you sittin' at your desk, right? (Damn)

9 to 5, sixty-nine, we might need a wet wipe (Woah, woah)

Take it down to F1, they can't match your sex drive

Left, right, left, right

Bad bitches to the left, right, left, right

Bad bitches to the left (The left), right (Right), left (Left), right

Bad bitches to the— (To the right)

Bad bitches to the— (Left, right, yeah)

Bad bitches to the— woah

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