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Respect by El Hitta Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

[Intro]
It's that new shit
Hitta
Respect it

[Chorus]
I'm the man, got respect
You's a bitch, been knew that
Streets is filled with alley rats
Flip that nigga, acrobat
Labels want me 'cause respect
Is the key to success
Hands down, I'm the best
Blow that reefer, hold your breath
Oh, and I love designer Gucci
Louis, be my guest
Sneak dissin' on the net
Please tell me where you at
I'm so proud of my respect
Angry bird, Gucci nest
Groovy Gang got respect
Now let's take off in this jet
[Verse 1]
Skeeno days, we have fun
We roll up, fill our lungs
We pop, flex when we go
We live life 'cause we young
Bust it open, watch her come
Grab her face, fuck her gums
Back and forth on her tongue
'Til her whole mouth is numb
Got my dough, Papa John's
Skeeno pops on me, son
Out at night, hate the sun
Posted with my fuckin' guns
Buzz Lightyear, off of that
From infinity, beyond
Got a bitch that's super-sweet
She eat dick and honeybun
Time to move, Pokemon
Our weed loudest in the coun'
I get money and some
Hoes think I'm handsome
Nuke me up, I'm the bomb
Boy don't ask me where I'm from
'Cause you already know

[Chorus]
I'm the man, got respect
You's a bitch, been knew that
Streets is filled with alley rats
Flip that nigga, acrobat
Labels want me 'cause respect
Is the key to success
Hands down, I'm the best
Blow that reefer, hold your breath
Oh, and I love designer Gucci
Louis, be my guest
Sneak dissin' on the net
Please tell me where you at
I'm so proud of my respect
Angry bird, Gucci nest
Groovy Gang got respect
Now let's take off in this jet
[Verse 2]
Life's a game, roll the dice
Niggas squares, cubes of ice
Sneak dissin', that ain't right
That shit spoil my appetite
I be feelin' like a cluck
I spit crack, keep a pipe
Groovy Gang nationwide
Like a fuckin' satellite
Boy, your ass somethin' else
Boy your ass needs some help
He a motherfuckin' snitch
And he'll tell up on himself
Strugglin' days we never felt
Hammer time, he got knelt
And my team at the top
And you on the bottom shelf
Brand new life, I was chose
We out here sportin' 'Los
Girl, I only want some top
Why you takin' off your robe?
Every day, a episode
I am Bird, I'm too cold
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
I'm the man, got respect
You's a bitch, been knew that
Streets is filled with alley rats
Flip that nigga, acrobat
Labels want me 'cause respect
Is the key to success
Hands down, I'm the best
Blow that reefer, hold your breath
Oh, and I love designer Gucci
Louis, be my guest
Sneak dissin' on the net
Please tell me where you at
I'm so proud of my respect
Angry bird, Gucci nest
Groovy Gang got respect
Now let's take off in this jet