Lil Wayne - Right One lyrics

[Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] You got the right one (The right one) Come from the trenches and I'm gettin’ close to B (B) Private in public, b*tch don't come for me (At all) Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (Feel me?) Got no patience for you su*kers, I'm stay su*ker free You got the right one (The right one) I know some shooters that hope they don’t shoot again (Shoot again) I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans, hooligans And I'm still laced up by the greats, I changed the pace to win the race Bust down the face, times is great (Uh) [Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] One of a kind, they know I'm the ni**a they recognize, a stepper (Big steppin') I pull up to my hood, they treat me like I'm regular Private plane, my Rollie plain, I don't do nothin' extra All the tires on my foreigns, ball like Uncle Forster When I was a youngin', I seen all the cars, the good in the streets and all of the flaws ni**as with money, the rise, and the falls, sent to the yard or a one-way car I was the chosen one, town sh*t, I’m the golden son Next to my bed, keep a loaded gun Frontline soldier, the boldest one I say, "It’s in me, never on me baby" (Baby) My partner's like "You goin’?", "Oh you know me baby" (Baby) 8 figures at 24, feel like I'm Kobe baby (Kobe, baby) 10 M's, I built a mansion, bro we goin' crazy [Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A. & Lil Wayne] You got the right one (The right one) Come from the trenches and I’m gettin' close to B (B) Private in public, b*tch don't come for me (At all) Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (Feel me?) Got no patience for you su*kers, I'm stay su*ker free You got the right one (You got the right one) I know some shooters that hope they don't shoot again (Shoot again) I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans, hooligans And I'm still laced up by the greats, I changed the pace to win the race Bust down the face, times is great (Uh) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] You got the right one, I'm 'bout to light one Who got the soda? I'm 'bout to spike one Bust down the gold one, bust down the white one I got the plain one, I got the bright one Ain't got no main one, ain't 'bout to wife one Ain't gonna rename them, can't reunite one I got the street one, I got the dyke one b*tch if you ain't one, you act just like one ni**a it's Tunechi, I'm bigger than Gucci They say they want beef, and they really want sushi I pull some strings, just like acoustic b*tch I'm a king, just like the smoothie Somebody stink, sorry, excuse me That's just the weed, I'm smoking dookie These ni**as fraud, these ni**as flukey Say he a dog, he just snoopy All my cars dark skin, all my boys markmen All my broads booty poke out, oh my god shark fin Super like Clark Kent I'm gettin' close to a B, fu*kin' right, arms-length [Verse 3: Mozzy] I'm one of them dudes that come from the zoo We shoot up the sh*t when there's nothin' to do She lovin' the crew, we fu*k on your boo I'm with some ni**as, we not finna lose I got some ni**as still stuck in the shoe I got some ni**as still stuck in the hood We breakin' down signs, stuffin' the wood Playin' with M's, I know that I would I'm in this big body, I don't play it They got the spot, booin' with the onions You got some money for me, baby run it I ain't feedin' the family, and you ain't a hunnid Fly out to London, I'm there for a week Not in the suites, we in the streets You ain't gon' slide if one of y'all die You know how I'm movin' 'cause I'm in it deep I dare you to leave, there's dirt on my cleats And I got receipts ni**a I dare you to leave, there's dirt on my cleats And I got receipts ni**a You ain't contributin' nothin to this table, then you can't eat with us I'm huggin' this [?], swimmin' the barrel, and I go to sleep with her [Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A. with Lil Wayne, Dame D.O.L.L.A. & Lil Wayne] You got the right one (The right one) Come from the trenches and I'm gettin' close to B (B) Private in public, b*tch don't come for me (At all) Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (Feel me?) Got no patience for you su*kers, I'm stay su*ker free You got the right one (You got the right one) I know some shooters that hope they don't shoot again I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans And I'm still laced up by the greats, I changed the pace to win the race Bust down the face, times just great