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letra de respect - howie stackz

hook:

what makes you think i give a f-ck about respect?
my own blood cut me off for the check
what makes you think i give a f-ck about your problems
i got my own & i ain’t got time to solve them
what makes you think i give a f-ck about them bands
when half you n-ggas barely touching fifty grand
what make you think i give a f-ck about your b-tch
even if she thick, if she with you, then she ain’t sh-t

vincodaman:

alright, okay, hold up wait let me explain
i work 7 days a week i ain’t got time for your complaints
plus i work 10 hours a day, 5 days a week at my lil job
so every year i can bring in a measly extra 60k
chasing m’s, you chasin skims, i’m on a different time of day
my b-tch like b-tches, got a n-gga, she a different typе of “bae”
i swear it’s f-ck all of you f-ck n-ggas
i don’t evеn much f-ck with ’em
i just got this load in, i ain’t trying to be stuck with ’em
load up this nissan, hit the road, try my luck with ’em
i don’t f-ck with no new n-ggas
with the same n-ggas, came up with ’em
since karl kani jean outfits, leather pelle coats, and buck 50’s
hook:

what makes you think i give a f-ck about respect
my own blood cut me off for the check
what makes you think i give a f-ck about your problems
i got my own & i ain’t got time to solve them
what makes you think i give a f-ck about them bands
when half you n-ggas barely touching fifty grand
what make you think i give a f-ck about your b-tch
even if she thick, if she with you, then she ain’t sh-t

ne3ph:

what make you think i give a f-ck about you
bust up off you, knock some dust up out you
b-tch you would be houseless if it wasn’t for vouchers
how you thinking got you living lousy
you know nothing bout me
i got kids to feed, you stuck in the county
say why you think i don’t be worried bout it
n-ggas p-ssy body, she just p-ss & body
no substance behind it
i need something timeless
think about that sh-t before you vouch it
you ’bout it? i doubt it
i earn it, then count it
run it up from the a to the mountains
think about that crazy sh-t you said
you wishing me dead
cursing me, stay all up in your head
’cause you n-ggas is scared
think about calling for some help
then keep it to yourself
don’t give a f-ck
i’m stacking up my wealth
and coming for my belt
hook:

howie stackz:

n-ggas love to hate me ’cause they cannot do it better
i was po’ pimpin’, n-gga, and your b-tch couldn’t get no wetter
i was riding in the vic, cuties in the trunk lining
i was workin on myself while y’all n-ggas just be whining
y’all b-tch made, self righteous, weak, i’ll give you six days
i just need a scale, and a supply, i’ll flip it six ways
i be making albums, n-gga, motherf-ck your mixtape
i’m my own d-mn gunna, plus, i told you, i ain’t wit gang
what makes you think i give a f-ck about your status
give a f-ck about your words, i give a f-ck about your actions
what makes you think i give a f-ck about your passion
i need my money in my hand and that’s my only satisfaction, n-gga

- howie stackz

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