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Right4Me
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Right4Me was released on May 26, 2025 by We Robbed Las Vegas as a part of the album Til' Tomorrow - EP
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Release DateMay 26, 2025
LabelWe Robbed Las Vegas
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sakitaro
Sakitaro
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sakitaro
Sakitaro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sakitaro
Sakitaro
Producer
Majin
Majin
Producer

Lyrics

Taro Shit
Yuh (Ay)
Brown hair, brown skin, that my type girl
Got a blunt, you can match with a lighter (Taro)
What you doin? We can party all- (Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay (Yuh)
Hold up (Ay) kinda like her
Brown hair, brown skin that my type girl
Got a blunt, you can match with a lighter
What you doin? We can party all night, girl
Feel the mood, man this shawty like fire
Know she got them all black stripes like a tiger
Got a friend, kinda thick and she'll slide her
Know I know this bitch might be the right girl
Man she knows what she wants, she a fighter
Love to smoke, let's get high like a kite, girl
She take coke all the time, like a white girl
Ain't no joke, I'm thinking 'bout wifing her
Mad I'm up and nothing you try work
Twenty bands in a week, **** that's light work
Faced the weed, but It's making my mind hurt
Yeah, all I need is one blunt and mic, bruh
Ay, Yuh
Shawty start talkin' 'bout how she wanna walk down the isle
But I cannot marry no hoe
Opps wanna talk it out, not when the glock is out
Why do you think that we carrying the score?
I got this shawty now, she kinda hot
And now I cannot get all these feelings to go
I cannot love a girl, I cannot trust a girl
Yeah no, I ain't gonna be dumb like before
We finna run out and kick in your door
Heard you was plotting on shit you don't know
Said you the hottest, but we think you
Won't get nowhere your music is shit, it's a joke
Yeah, you cannot beat all my rhymes and my flows
Yeah, why is you tryin' you ain't even close?
Yeah, why is you lyin' you **** is broke?
It would take twenty years for you to match my dough
It would take twenty years for you to match my growth
Yeah, you give me twenty minutes, take your hoe
Yeah, you catch me venting, dip 'cause that's a clone
I ain't gonna tell you shit, 'cause **** that's unknown
Bitch like a doggy, so I threw a bone
Now she texting me, won't leave me alone
Why is you bugging? You ain't getting on
Wifing and cuffing I do not condone
Kinda like her
Brown hair, brown skin that my type girl
Got a blunt, you can match with a lighter
What you doin? We can party all- (Ay, Yuh)
Feel the mood, man this shawty like fire
Know she got them all black stripes like a- (Ay, Yuh)
I don't think this bitch is the right girl
I don't think this bitch is the right girl
Yeah, Yeah
'Cause none of these bitches really right for me
These hoes trifling, I'm gonna get it and beat it out the frame
These hoes really lie to me
Got online receipts, so a **** just getting out the way
Brodie wanna slide on me
Caught a fry, two-piece, no drink got beat out his brakes
Shawty wanna slide lowkey
'Cause her man know me
Said"Don't care, **** game is game"
I just want the gwap, give a fuck 'bout the fame
Shawty won't top, then get out my place
With a drop top, where the roof out in space
On the block, where we shooting he ain't nowhere to aim
Talkin' from a fake account, these bitches lame
Say it with your chest, if not fuck out my face
Know I'll always break bread unless you fake
Yeah, you better move it, 'cause we know that you a snake
The bitch she love my music so she sent me her location
Know you better move it, 'cause I'm starting on that placement
Know he better shoot, or he'll get shot yeah that's just nature
Brodie really stood there and he got melted with eight clips
Knocking he like"Who there?" and we stalkin' down your place, bitch
Really gotta tweak to get me tripping out my space, bitch
Really gotta piss me off to get me on this hating shit
But I don't mind letting a couple shots off, I ain't complaining
Written by: SAKITARO LIL TARO
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