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Ain't Right Video (MV)




Performed By: Flee
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: Christopher Jenkins




Flee - Ain't Right Lyrics




Late night
He Smoke the dope the late night
He Sell the dope in the late night
And it ain't right
And it ain't right

He keep the rock in the duffle
Diving for every loose ball
He known for his hustle
Cuban links on his neck
And double Cs on his buckle
He keep his Glock when he on the block
Cuz niggas be shooting
Niggas get hunted for joggin
And people got a reason to shoot him
But he ain't afraid to get shot
He said, "time stops for no body"
So he caught one and took his watch
But he just tryna eat
Gotta put his lil niggas on
The street rules he tryna teach
First lesson he said, "the streets don't love you"
Niggas be hugging the block
When you bleeding out on the pavement
That block don't hug you
Niggas love the block
But the block don't love you
Niggas love the block
But the block don't

Late night
He smoke the dope in the late night
He sell the dope in the late night
And it ain't right
And it ain't right

He said, "love don't show it"
Don't pull out the 40 if you ain't gone blow it
Black Gelato I tuck it
If the pussy malato I f*ck it
Seeing death my nigga you'll never be the same
He smoking before the service
It just helps him ease the pain
But it'll never go away
She wanna be his Kim
Cuz the way he sell the Ye
He said, Get paper
Never worry bout a hater
If she'll take the charge for you
Then you date her
Pussy good
When we fight I tell her I hate her

Late night
He Smoke the dope the late night
He Sell the dope in the late night
And it ain't right
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Late night
He Smoke the dope the late night
He Sell the dope in the late night
And it ain't right
And it ain't right

He keep the rock in the duffle
Diving for every loose ball
He known for his hustle
Cuban links on his neck
And double Cs on his buckle
He keep his Glock when he on the block
Cuz niggas be shooting
Niggas get hunted for joggin
And people got a reason to shoot him
But he ain't afraid to get shot
He said, "time stops for no body"
So he caught one and took his watch
But he just tryna eat
Gotta put his lil niggas on
The street rules he tryna teach
First lesson he said, "the streets don't love you"
Niggas be hugging the block
When you bleeding out on the pavement
That block don't hug you
Niggas love the block
But the block don't love you
Niggas love the block
But the block don't

Late night
He smoke the dope in the late night
He sell the dope in the late night
And it ain't right
And it ain't right

He said, "love don't show it"
Don't pull out the 40 if you ain't gone blow it
Black Gelato I tuck it
If the pussy malato I f*ck it
Seeing death my nigga you'll never be the same
He smoking before the service
It just helps him ease the pain
But it'll never go away
She wanna be his Kim
Cuz the way he sell the Ye
He said, Get paper
Never worry bout a hater
If she'll take the charge for you
Then you date her
Pussy good
When we fight I tell her I hate her

Late night
He Smoke the dope the late night
He Sell the dope in the late night
And it ain't right
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Writer: Christopher Jenkins
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