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disrespectful - dave east, buda & grandz & dj drama lyrics

[intro: dave east]
c’mon (what i’m doin’ to the game right now is quite disrespectful)
buda (yeah, n*gga)
grandz
schemin’ that harlem world vibe

[chorus: dave east]
do you really wanna hurt dave? (do you?)
do you really wanna make me cry? (d*mn)
or is it that you really envy dave (envy)
and you don’t really wanna see me fly? (fly)
do you really wanna hurt dave? (i feel you)
do you really wanna make me cry? (what i do to you?)
or is it that you really envy dave (oh)
and you don’t really wanna see me fly?
[verse 1: dave east]
now you don’t want to see me angry (at all) it ain’t enough
cuban links that could chain me (nah), n*ggas should thank me
when everybody had a dance, i was talking concrete (hard)
pistols and n*ggas baby mother’s in my arms reach (yeah)
disrespectful, why n0body don’t check you? (why)
.38 special make a n*gga forgetful
arm & hammer we used to use it to cut (cut)
jewelry like them b*tches you lovin’, you keep ’em in the tuck (tuck)
she a dog, i don’t know what she mixed with, that’s a mutt
i’m in jersey, me and krutch, dependable in the clutch (dirt gang)
we’ll make them hate it, i guess it’s just a glitch in the matrix
strippers land in my section like pigeons land on the pavement
nypd vans that really getting tans on vacation
versace did the durag, picasso with a blue flag
i can see it in your eyes, you wanna hurt me, but you cautious
i wake up thinking porsches that gon’ make these n*ggas nauseous

[chorus: dave east]
do you really wanna hurt dave? (i think you do)
do you really wanna make me cry? (why you wanna do that?)
or is it that you really envy dave (uh)
and you don’t really wanna see me fly? (yeah)
do you really wanna hurt dave? (they don’t wanna see me fly)
do you really wanna make me cry
or is it that you really envy dave (buda)
and you don’t really wanna see me fly?
[verse 2: dave east]
when i was rebel, credit scams and ebt
ave named me dave east, i woke up on bet
vvs was all i wanted, blu*ray, no dvd (blue)
shots fired, n*ggas run dmc, it’s hard to breathe
chrome heart, roll up my sleeve
now we eating, so i got etiquette (etiquette)
a thousand pills of new haven, let’s go to connecticut
the shade room only post a n*gga when it’s negative (only time)
trap olympics, i’m a gold medalist
when they ask me what’s the category, i say measurement (measure)
newspaper around my bed, vietnam veteran, who walking up?
silent n*ggas be starving ’cause they ain’t talk enough (starving)
circle the block, cut off the lights, it ain’t dark enough (cut the light)
you smiling in my face, turn your back, you frowning
try to teach them how to swim, same n*ggas drowning (drown)
when we was talking going up, them same n*ggas downing (downing)
same reason i don’t bring none of these n*ggas around me
she know i got a family, still want to record me (why?)
i guess she need proof when she’s telling her story (i guess)
these be the same b*tches that you see on maury (same ones)
on podcasts talking ’bout you while you in your glory (dirty)

[chorus: dave east]
do you really wanna hurt dave? (why you wanna do that?)
do you really wanna make me cry? (i’m just hustling)
or is it that you really envy dave (f*ck i do?)
and you don’t really wanna see me fly? (fly)
do you really wanna hurt dave? (let a n*gga fly)
do you really wanna make me cry? (let a n*gga shine)
or is it that you really envy dave (uh)
and you don’t really wanna see me fly?
[verse 3: dave east]
mass appeal signed me, i got up with def jam (yeah)
forbes list, me and nas, then i gave my n*ggas jobs (my n*ggas)
some ain’t work out, but they traveled more than they ever did (everywhere)
got around women and bosses they would’ve never met
tried to take over the streets, then it turned into the net
first class at laguardia done turned into a jet (yeah)
they can never write your final chapter ’til you die (never)
every page gangsta, find a author that can write it (write it)
do you really wanna see me popped on the block?
running in your spot, letting off a shot, call the cops (come here)
if you don’t, watch me double back with another glock
eyes glazed off a henny shot, i’ve been knocking pac
machiavelli in the lab with velli sipping private stock (my n*gga)
like i’m biggie in that coogi, my youngins like junior maf’ (uh)
i’ma always find my sp*ce if you give me room or not
louis top, louis hat, louis shoes, louis socks (vutton)

[chorus: dave east]
do you really wanna hurt dave? (why you wanna do that?)
do you really wanna make me cry? (let’s go)
or is it that you really envy dave (uh)
and you don’t really wanna see me fly?
do you really wanna hurt dave? (uh)
do you really wanna make me cry? (yeah)
or is it that you really envy dave (pablo)
and you don’t really wanna see me fly?

[outro]
baby, i just don’t have time these days
i’m in love with the game
i can’t love you too

- dave east buda grandz dj drama lyrics

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