paroles de chanson Respect - Bustdown Vic

Okay
Okay
You know what?
It's okay
Okay

My respect you got to earn it (Earn it)
In the streets I'm swerving
Shots got me burning
Shots got me slurring (Slurrin)
I can't give this to you, you gatta learn it

Bridges be burning, you live n you learn it (Learn it)
Cope with the pain, it keeps on hurting (Hurting)
I want that Bentley that come with the curtains (Curtains)
Like hold on Nigga aye first let me close it

Like shit, I'm feeling good in this fit (With this fit)
I just brought me some new drip (New drip)
Brought me some kicks
No flash but still take the pic (Ah)
I know that they hate when I stunt like this (Like this!)

I don't usually do this but I'm feeling this shit (This shit)
Pull up in the bens make yo girls neck twist (Ahhh)
Get this bitch bussing now she really with the shits (Ohhh)
If you really don't like me then try to kil- kill me then (Kill me then)

All of this haters ain't shit but they all on my dick (On my dick)
One day they love me the next they they switched (They'll switch)
One day they that, the next day they this (They this?)
They can talk all that shit but they still be a bitch (They a bitch)

Who's that? That's Vic I'll be sliding on tints (Woop woop)
Throw up a duce if you see me in the whip (Inna whip)
Catch me on this bitch by myself don't need shit (Don't need shit)
I drive with my knee when I'm texting a bitch

Like fuck, I'm digging deep in my thoughts
I feel all this fake love But I won't stop
Grinding for the views up top (up top)
Circle small, the reason the whip got 2 spots

Snipe on the roof don't get shot (Pa... pa... pa)
Crazy what they'll do-do-do for some guap
I want a lot, a lot of that guap
Get me that foreign straight off the lot
(Vvvvvuuuuummmmm)

I'm gri- gri- grinding for the mother fucking paper (Paper)
I heard he threw the bag on the road I'ma chaser (Chaser)
I got steady ai-ai-aim with the laser (Laser)
Watch me fuck around and freshen his tapper (Tapper)

Boy you gone ados see ya later (Bye!)
Bitch I wanna ball like the mother Fucking Lakers
I put my work in and you took the elevator
Boy stop, You one of my haters

I know they be peeping my gram (My gram)
It's okay, double tap I know you a fan (My fan)
I'm running it up and I'm hitting my dance (My dance)
She busting it open while I'm busting these cans (Huh)

Easy baked, I get hot like an oven (Oven)
See thru yo bullshit I see that you bluffing (Bluffin)
Boy is you something? Came up from nothing
Been on the streets ever since I was younging

Can't deal with this shit now a days they be boosie (Boose)
These Niggas be pussy (Pussy)
Glock in the 2 seat, Solo but I'm 2 deep
(Toolie)
They getting burnt like cd

Like Ouuuuweeeeee
I'm just collecting this blue cheese
Shooting them skits ain't no movie
She's sucking and fucking me, making me bust like ah uzi

My respect you got to earn it (Earn it)
In the streets I'm swerving
Shots got me burning
Shots got me slurring (Got damn)
I can't give this to you, you gatta learn it (Learn it)
Bridges be burning, you live n you learn it
Cope with the pain, it keeps on hurting
I want that Bentley that come with the curtains
Like hold on Nigga aye first let me close it

I don't usually do this but I'm feeling this shit
Pull up in the bens make yo girls neck twist
Get this bitch bussing now she really with the shit
If you really don't like me then try to kil- kill me then

All of this haters ain't shit but they all on my dick
One day they love me the next they they switch
One day they that, the next day they this
They can talk all that shit but they still be a bitch