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letra de respectfully - doe boy

respectfully lyrics
[intro]
i don’t give a f-ck what you seen back in the day
what you thought about back in the day
what image you had back, of me, back—
b-tch, it’s not like that no more
i’m rich, ho
i’m rich
life or die
it’s not like that no more, baby (tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up)
let’s go

[verse 1]
this for all the n-ggas out here sayin’ that they smokin’ me (p-ssies)
you ain’t gon’ do sh-t to me, i don’t care’ bout you postin’ me (f-ck)
are you provin’ you a fan to me? d-ck ridin’ openly
yeah my name doe boy, but i’ma shoot ya, think ’bout pokin’ me (oh really?)
drugs in them bags, neighbors think i got some groceries
make me mad, i crash, n-ggas p-ssy, need some ovaries
streets said you was tough as f-ck, still don’t think you bold as me
i’m 26, glock twenty six, make sure you won’t get old as me

[chorus]
i don’t take no disrespect
told wifey i need baguettes
fell asleep off perkys, then i woke up in a different ‘vette
baddie, but ain’t nasty, told that b-tch i need some different s-x
up in pictures with that same knot, post a different check
[verse 2]
he said he gon’ k!ll me, still ain’t seen ’em up his semi yet
no, i don’t belive ya, you’ll be shootin’ if it was really that
talkin’ out his top, like that chop won’t push his ceiling back
if i send a message, i make sure he ain’t gon’ send one back
it ain’t no respondin’, we be steady mobbin’
ridin’ with that drac’, what’s a good to a goblin?
a milli’, a milli’, n-ggas i wish i was robbin’
and i be with future so these b-tches know i’m toxic
move to atlanta, first day, i f-cked a dancer
bend that body over, when i bust, i can’t stand up
thirty bullets comin’ out that clip, ain’t no stand up
b-tch, i don’t meet yo’ standards, i exceed yo’ standards
i’m too rich for you
too broke, ain’t no fixin’ you
flex with my n-ggas bently coupe ’cause i can afford a bently coupe
flex with yo’ n-ggas bently coupes, but that’s just a pic for you
i don’t need a n-gga for sh-t, b-tch, i ain’t sh-t like you
can’t even drive, still want a ‘rari
if we inside, them glocks in the party
roll with them demons, you know that they on me
girl, you can’t have me, you can’t even borrow me
young n-gga walkin’ in stella mccartney
i might go put vvs’ in some carti’s
pull up, i serve me a n-gga like arby’s
i been a gangsta since i watched barney
i buy designer, i’m f-ckin up barney’s
rbmg, i came in with the army
you let me f-ck, i bet we gon’ stop talkin’
b-tch, i’m sorry, not sorry
almost got forty five years in prison
but i copped out and i’m glad that i didin’t
twistin’ my fingers, i’m reppin’ the fam
all these f-ck n-ggas be mad that i’m in it, blat (oh really?)

- doe boy

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