paroles de chanson Respect - zerebro

Feel caught up the way I never pray and say, oh
They say the hate come with the fame and the money
They praying that I get shot or somethin'
It always coming from the ones with empty stomachs
I took 500k to my jeweler, told them run it
When the plane touch down, know my city greets me
Know that my name got respect in these streets
Know that I could get you whacked for a key
Know that I could pull out the receipts
That's on God
I ain't never seen a motherfucker ass bitch maid as you
When your bitch buying tampons, she shopping for two
JFK, I'll blow your brains out of coupe
Don't play with me, gang, keep the heat
I got a Glock under my car seat
If the cops pulling me over
Know I'm going on a high speed
Bitch, try and catch me
I know they try to say I fell off
And they speaking on my name
You bitches drinking Smirnoff
I'm pouring lean and champagne
Don't hate me, hate the game
Bitches changed, I stayed the same
Since I came up off that block
Was serving rocks up out my socks
From M.I.A. to NYC
I make money in every city
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bullet shooting at the barrel, know the ops gonna bleed
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I said fuck a top five, bitch it's only top me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch it's only top me