50 Cent - OK, You're Right (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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50 Cent - OK, You're Right (en) Lyrics
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Okay, okay, okay (okay, okay, okay)
When they talk about me they
say I be tripping (yeah)
What they say about me doesn't
make me mad (nah, nah)
I think they hating cause they see
me when I'm rolling (yeah)
Man, I can't help it that they
really doing bad (nah, nah)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you're right (for mine)
I'm in that 760 leaning
when I'm stunting
I blow 50 G's, I mean with
ease like this is nothing
Please don't interrupt me when
I'm talking to my jeweler
He's putting them diamonds
all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that
work in if it's worth it
Come through hit you up, I'll
make a crime scene perfect
Niggas talk about me all
the time behind my back
They don't talk about me in my
face because I'm strapped
See me in the club, I got that
Henny and that 'gnac
A couple cups of that and I
just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's
when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and ain't nobody
saying nothing (okay, okay, okay)
I blew a hundred G's on
my bitches in Miami
They think I'm the sweetest
thing invented since candy
Me I catch amnesia when you
ask me 'bout the shotty
I don't even know my name, switching
lanes in my Bugatti
Nigga, I ain't crazy, bitches
like me cause I'm paid
They want me, LeBron,
Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I'm balling I'm
not talking 'bout a ball
I'm talkin' 'bout Tiffany &
Co. stones out the mall
Niggas they can hate all they want,
but they know they like this
Me I'm like that painting on the
wall, baby I'm priceless
You could come and work me over,
baby, on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how
freaky I get (okay, okay, okay)
Okay, okay, okay, okay
- sho' you right
Okay, okay, okay, okay
- you know you right
Okay, alright, okay, alright
Okay, alright, okay, you're right
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