Kari Faux is an American rapper/singer based out of Little Rock, Arkansas; … Read Full Bio ↴Kari Faux is an American rapper/singer based out of Little Rock, Arkansas; she is best known for her flamboyant dress, and conversational style of rap. Her songs are most commonly characterized as "internet rap;" with repetitive hooks, minimal production, and an emphasis on clever wordplay.[1] Being a product of the new age internet rap, her subject matter usually boasts her unique style and social status among social media that had made her popular. In 2014, Faux released her debut mixtape, Laugh Now, Die Later, which had been received somewhat well from critics, landing a spot on Pitchfork's "Most Overlooked Mixtapes of 2014. The EP would most notably gain the attention of rapper Donald Glover, also known as Childish Gambino. Glover remixed Faux's "No Small Talk," and featured it on his own mixtape, "STN MTN." Currently, Kari Faux is located in Los Angeles, California; having moved from Little Rock, in order to further develop her career and produce more music.

This Right Here
Kari Faux Lyrics

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Blaow, damn
Blaow, damn
Blaow, damn
Blaow, damn

When I fall off in the spot, they be saying, ooh wee
All them hating bitches staring, they be asking
'Who is she?'

And I'm posted in the function like a motherfucking poster
Mobbing with my bitches, we look like la cosa nostra
I do it how I'm sposed to, I do it how I wanna
In the back of the party, still rolling marijuana
Floating round the party, music got my hips swaying
The DJ dropped the beat, now are the girls are saying

Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
(Oo-wee, Oo-wee)
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
(Oo-wee, Oo-wee)

If you ain't come to dance, then why the fuck did you come?
You paid to get up in this bitch, but standing there looking dumb
You posted with your friends against the wall
Keep looking at ya phone, knowing ain't nobody call... SHIT
You don't want to fuck up your outfit
Boy you know you got that shit from the mothafuckin outlet
Let her hand go, you ain't gotta cuff your spouses
She want to have a good time, that's why she keep on shouting

Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
(Oo-wee, Oo-wee)
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
(Oo-wee, Oo-wee)

All my ladies in here with your real hair
All my ladies in here with your real hair
Say Oww!
(Ladies): Ow!
Say Ow!
(Ladies): Ow!
All my ladies in here with your weave in
All my ladies in here with your weave in
Say: 'Bitch stop hating'
(Ladies): 'Bitch stop hating'
Say: 'Bitch stop hating'
(Ladies): 'Bitch stop hating'

Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
(Oo-wee, Oo-wee)
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song

Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
(Oo-wee, Oo-wee)

Overall Meaning

Kari Faux's "This Right Here" is an ode to enjoying life and letting loose. The song opens with the repeated sound of gunshots in the form of "Blaow, damn" which sets the tone for a party anthem. When Kari arrives at a party, everyone is curious about her and her friends. They all look like la cosa nostra, which means "our thing" in Italian, a phrase often associated with organized crime families. Kari does things the way she wants and the way she's supposed to. She's not concerned with social norms, as evidenced by her smoking weed in the back of the party. The music takes over, causing her hips to sway, and all the girls are dancing, screaming out for someone to "Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song."

Kari then shifts her lyrics to address those at the party who aren't dancing. She chastises them for coming to a party but not joining in the festivities. If you're not going to dance, then why did you show up? They're checking their phone, hoping someone calls to rescue them from the awkwardness of being alone. Kari challenges them to let loose and have fun, telling them not to worry about their outfits or their significant other. The final section of the song is a call-and-response with the women at the party. Kari celebrates those with "real hair" and those with weaves and encourages them all to love themselves and let go of hate. The song ends with the simple, but effective refrain of "Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song."

Line by Line Meaning

Blaow, damn
Intense and dynamic sound effect to hype up the song.

When I fall off in the spot, they be saying, ooh wee
People admire my presence and style when I come to the venue.

All them hating bitches staring, they be asking 'Who is she?'
Jealous females stare at me and wonder who I am.

And I'm posted in the function like a motherfucking poster
I stand out and have a commanding presence in the party.

Mobbing with my bitches, we look like la cosa nostra
I'm hanging out with my friends, resembling a traditional Italian mafia group.

I do it how I'm sposed to, I do it how I wanna
I act accordingly to society's norms while also being true to myself.

In the back of the party, still rolling marijuana
I discreetly continue to smoke weed even at the back of the party.

Floating round the party, music got my hips swaying
The music is so good that it makes me move my body rhythmically.

The DJ dropped the beat, now all the girls are saying
The beat of the song has captured everyone's attention and people are enjoying it.

If you ain't come to dance, then why the fuck did you come?
If you're not interested in dancing, why even bother attending the party?

You paid to get up in this bitch, but standing there looking dumb
You spent money to join the party, but you're not enjoying yourself and just standing there foolishly.

You posted with your friends against the wall
You're just standing next to the wall with your buddies.

Keep looking at ya phone, knowing ain't nobody call... SHIT
You keep checking your phone, knowing that no one is trying to reach you.

You don't want to fuck up your outfit
You're too conscious of ruining your clothes.

Boy you know you got that shit from the mothafuckin outlet
You bought those clothes from a cheaper store instead of investing in better quality clothing.

Let her hand go, you ain't gotta cuff your spouses
Don't be too possessive of your partner and let them enjoy themselves.

She want to have a good time, that's why she keep on shouting
Your partner is excited and having fun, that's why they're shouting.

All my ladies in here with your real hair, say Oww!
All the females with natural hair scream out in joy.

All my ladies in here with your weave in, say: 'Bitch stop hating'
All the females with hair extensions shout out in defiance to those who criticize them.

Hold my fucking phone, this right here my song
I'm so into this track that I need someone to hold my phone while I dance.

Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: KARI JOHNSON, MALIK FLINT, MARCUS FLINT

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