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Lyrics from Louis Vuitton SS2026 Runway
Intro: Doechii
(You get right, you know)
(You get right) Home
(You get right, you know) Huh?
(You get right) Home
(You get right, you know)
(You get right) Huh
(You get right, you know) Home
(You get right)
Refrain: Doechii
Bitch, I started somethin' honest still part of somethin' true
Feelin' modest, it's honest, it's nothin' I couldn't do
I feel a (Way)
I feel a (Way)
I feel a (Way)
I feel a (Way)
I feel
Chorus: Doechii
(You get right, you know?)
You gotta get right (You gotta get right)
You gotta get right (You gotta get right)
You gotta get right (You gotta get)
You gotta get (Right)
You gotta get right (You gotta get right)
You gotta get right (You gotta get right)
You gotta get right (You gotta get right again)
Verse 1: Doechii
I'm in here makin' this song again, I can't believe I'm goin' dumb again
So many people tryna phone a friend, but I'm chillin' deep in the sauna
Tryna gеt right (Tryna get right), I gotta get right (I gotta get right)
I'm gonna gеt right (I'm tryna get right), I gotta get right
And I'm goin' dumb again
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I got the bitches, she goin' dumb
I ski, drive, row, pum, I gotta nigga he simp if I feel a (Way)
And I feel a (Way)
And I feel a (Way)
And I feel a way, and I'm goin' dumb again
Big monster, big Tonka, rocket like a big launcher
Shit talker, Miss Parker, rile up a bitch
Refrain: Doechii
I feel a (Way)
I feel a (Way)
I feel a (Way)
I feel a (Way)
I feel
Bitch, I started somethin' honest still part of somethin' true
Feelin' modest, it's honest, it's nothin' I couldn't do
I feel a (Honest)
I feel a (Honest)
I feel a (Honest)
I feel a (Honest)
I feel
Bridge: Doechii
Way (I feel a)
Way (I feel a)
Way (I feel a)
Way (I feel a; yeah)
Verse 2: Doechii
Stuntin' in this designer-signer
Feelin' like I'm Miss Joanna-anna
Stuntin in this designer-signer
Feelin' like I'm Miss Joanna
I'm feelin' cunt (I'm feelin' cunt)
I'm feelin' cunt (I'm feelin' cunt)
I'm feelin' cunt (I'm feelin' cunt)
I'm feelin' cunt (I'm feelin' cunt, yeah)
Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & Doechii
Huh, huh, huh (Uh)
Money like jeez louise
Been stressed, so much higher than Wiz Khalifa
So how can I spend it on me?
I'm talkin' 'bout time, I'm runnin' on E
I gotta get right (You gotta get right), I gotta get right (You gotta get)
Don't think that I'm a Karen
I need the peas, too much on my plate, I don't wanna eat
They wanna sing and dance (We love you)
Why the fuck I take that tour advance? (The money)
Nigga shut up, and just dribble ball (You rich)
How dare I complain here in front of y'all? (We made you)
I'm sleepin' away-way-way-way
Four pockets is paid-paid-paid-paid
What is the lesson?
I made enough bread, I'm full, I'll get back in a second
I'm gettin' right
Chorus: Doechii & Tyler, The Creator
You gotta get right (You gotta get right; the stress gon' kill me)
You gotta get right (You gotta get right; if a fire doesn't)
You gotta get right (You gotta get; from all of this paper)
You gotta get (Right; from all of this paper)
You gotta get right (You gotta get right)
You gotta get right (You gotta get right)
You gotta get right (You gotta get right again)
Outro: Doechii
Way (I feel a)
Way (I feel a; yeah)
Way (I feel a)
Way (I feel a; yeah)
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