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Don't know how to act Don't know how to act right You don't get to come around If you don't know how to act right Two girls at the crib, that's a cat fight Long flight with the dogs, took a cat nap On site got an ounce in the knapsack Fuck going on shorty, you can have that Roll that, took a hit and then pass that Bounce back, not the check, you can cash that You can back that, that's a big bag I ain't really no gambling man More like a family man More like break the family off so the family can I sell more tickets than the artists at the Grammys can I like my wine red and my girl with a Miami tan You ain't see me in the dark Couldn't see me with a flashlight Don't know how to act Don't know how to act right Act right, act right, girl you gotta act right Act right, act right, shorty gotta act right Act right, act right, dog you gotta act right You don't get to come around If you don't know how to act Act right, girl you gotta act right Act right, girl you gotta act right Hey, act right, dog you gotta act right Abstract, yeah Your ass it art, that shit is abstract I got tire marks on my heart But I'm past that I duck the fuck shit like, like Afflac Like Afflac, yeah, got a pad that y'all can crash at You know me, I'm your dada, you're my bebe I'm a lab rat, I'm a lab rat I'm your dada, you're my bebe If you have that, you can have that I been going off, I ain't got to say it And my dogs good, we all doing great I ain't fucking with her head, I graduate She got salty, I let it marinate You don't get to come around If you don't know how to act right If you don't know how to, yeah Don't know how to act You ain't see me in the dark Couldn't see me with a flashlight Don't know how to act (Gotta act right, gotta act right) Act right, act right, girl, you gotta act right Act right, act right, shorty you gotta act right Act right, act right, dog, you gotta act right You don't get to come around If you don't know how to act Act right, girl you gotta act right Act right, girl you gotta act right Act right, dog you gotta act right (Don't know how to act) Got a white tongue, black lung, blue drink Got a white tongue, black lung, blue drink Out in Old Town nights young, new year New me, new crib, new gear Vroom-vroom, knock-knock, who's there? I might switch my speed up I been on my toes but I kept my feet up Got a shorty over rolling all my weed up Million dollar songs right out of the bedroom Big ol' crib, couple extra bedrooms Tall ceilings 'cause I needed the head room Couple extra bedrooms It's good for my headspace 'Cause it's hard to get space for me Couldn't know you gotta act right Gotta act right, gotta act right, ah
Writer(s): Brian Cox, Taurian Shropshire, Wayne Wells Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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