Wiz Khalifa - Respect (feat. Juicy J & K CAMP) текст песни

Текст песни Respect (feat. Juicy J & K CAMP) - Wiz Khalifa



Mr. Camp you ready? Um hmm
You gonna kill this shit, yeah
Pass that bong over there bro
When you stay out and your chopper stay focused
She gone be the best
Do what you can when your team get a chance
Put it all to the test
Came for it all, know you heard this before but
I don't more less
Grindin', you fall now you done with the tour
Get it all off your chest
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
When you go hard
You go hard and don't stop until ain't nothin' left
I just wanna pull up with my trunk in the front
I just wanna pull up with my niggas smokin' joints
I just wanna pull up with a bitch with no Instagram
I just wanna pull up to the club just to start
When you a young nigga, you can have anything you want
When you a young nigga, you can have any bitch you want
When you a young nigga, you can drive what you wanna drive
When you a young nigga, you can buy what you wanna buy
Havin' fun with some bitches, smokin' weed in the ride
On the corner with my dogs, drinkin' gin to survive
Ain't from the bottom? You can't understand
Bank in my hand, your bitch think I'm the man
Guess I am
When you stay out and your chopper stay focused
She gone be the best
Do what you can when your team get a chance
Put it all to the test
Came for it all, know you heard this before but
I don't more less
Grindin', you fall now you done with the tour
Get it all off your chest
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
When you go hard
You go hard and don't stop until ain't nothin' left
All my pockets overweight
Appetite for all this cake
Money man, I still run this game
I'm in perfect shape
Moonrocks, keep me high as tube socks, bird one
Keep it pimpin' and pay close attention, you might learn somethin'
My family is all I need, I make sure that we gon' eat
Overtime, twenty five hours, eight days a week
I remember back when I was broke, how could I forget?
Nine bathrooms in my crib, I got a pot to piss
My look my momma's face when I bought her a new home
My mom, we finally made it, them hard times is gone
Finally made it legit, ain't no way I'mma quit
Got a cone full of guacamole, let's go get these chips
(Hustlin', hustlin')
All the money coming in so fast you can't resist
(Hustlin', hustlin')
'Cause there ain't no such thing as gettin' too rich
(Hustlin', hustlin')
You will never hear me say I don't want no more
(Hustlin', hustlin')
This Juicy J and gettin' to the money is all I know
When you stay out and your chopper stay focused
She gone be the best
Do what you can when your team get a chance
Put it all to the test
Came for it all, know you heard this before but
I don't more less
Grindin', you fall now you done with the tour
Get it all off your chest
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
Hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
That's all they respect
When you go hard
You go hard and don't stop until ain't nothin' left
Yo nigga keep it real with your motherfuckin' self
And grind for your motherfuckin' self
If you lookin' for another nigga
If you lookin' for another nigga to put food
On your motherfuckin' table nigga you dumb as fuck
You a stupid ass nigga, you should go fuckin'
Take a gun and put it to your brains and blow
Your own God damn brains out
You stupid as hell nigga, don't be beggin' no nigga for shit nigga
Get your lazy ass up, get out here and work nigga
You know what I'm sayin'? That's how we get this bread, we hustle nigga
We gotta be out here man, up early in the motherfuckin' mornin' man
To the next motherfuckin' morning, man
You know what I'm sayin'? How a nigga supposed to get this shit?
This shit don't, money don't grow on trees, shit don't fall out the sky, nigga
You know what I'm sayin'? I know you out there high and shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas die for this shit man
Niggas out here on some real grind, nigga
There's some fucked up motherfuckers out here man
You know what I'm sayin' man?
When a real life situation kick in, your motherfuckin' kids hungry
Your bills due, your motherfuckin' car broke down, man
Nigga you gone be sicker than a motherfucker, man
We still gon' be gettin' money, we still gon' be gettin' high
We gon' be in the strip club, we gon' be bringin
In the bags left and motherfuckin' right
Bringin' them bitches in, throwin' that shit out like trash niggs
We gon' be gettin' high as fuck, laughin' at you ol' stupid ass
Niggas out here man, the fuck outta here man
Kill your motherfuckin' self nigga



Авторы: Cameron Thomaz


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