Mr Green

Trap Shit Trap Shit Never needed You never did, you never did Never needed a ho to just Okay, okay Never needed a ho to just tell me how you feel, I just Okay, okay, okay, okay Never needed a ho to just let, huh, huh, hold on, hold D Green Never needed a ho to solidify how I feel Yeah, I never needed a perc just to tell you how I feel I just look into your eyes and I just tell you what's the real She be steppin' on these bitches with the red under the heels The hills is where I be at, country club to be precise I'm not your Mr. Wrong, baby, I'm your Mr. Right You can tell from her demeanor that her pussy really tight All my niggas, they some dogs, they can bark but they can bite These niggas toting switches cause they don't know how to fight We was slidin' on them bitches when the wheels was on the bikes We caught your mans lackin' with the trap, yeah, it's on sight It's on sight, yeah, you know that Do no flockin' like I'm Kodak Crush the weed up in the throwback, flyin' like 96 Mike The hollows, hit is spine, make him rearrange his height After we f*ck, don't do no cuffin Yeah I only do one nights Like I'm Yachty this broccoli that I'm smokin, got me fried Fried, fried You know I'm fried as hell, I just got the nacho fries From where? Straight from Taco Bell She just over-slobbed the knob, she tryna f*ck like might as well Niggas need originality, they shit be stale She smell like YSL she slimy, nigga Name ain't Trey but they calling me trigger Her ass fat but I make it bigger D Green, yea, he a real ass nigga Never needed a hoe to solidify how I feel Yeah, I never needed a perc just to tell you how I feel I just look into your eyes and I just tell you what's the real She be steppin' on these bitches with the red under the heels The hills is where I be at, Country Club to be precise I'm not your Mr. Wrong, baby, I'm your Mr. Right Mr. Right, your Mr. Right Yeah, I'm your Mr. Right I'm not your Mr. Wrong, baby, I'm your Mr. Right Mr. Right Ugh Mr. Right I'm Mr. Right I'm Mr. Right Okay