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respect - duke deuce lyrics

[intro: duke deuce & glockianna]
check it, i got the whole motherf*cking mafia () filled in this b*tch, n*gga (f*ck a n*gga talking ’bout, old broke ass ho)
made me a mafia, n*gga
ms. made mafia (bad, that we know), y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on (big glock, it’s when i step)
whole lotta trippin’ in this b*tch (miss made mafia), you need some crunk motherf*cking*, take off, ho (what the f*ck! b*tch)
b*tch, n*gga

[chorus: duke deuce]
you ain’t gotta like, but you sure gon’ respect it
r. e. s. p. e. c. t., bet they gon’ respect a g
you ain’t gotta like, but you sure gon’ respect it
r. e. s. p. e. c. t., bet they gon’ respect a g (ayy, ayy)
[verse 1: duke deuce]
this sh*t here too far from soft, claim you buck, then buck the law
f*ck what you don’t listen too, that sh*t ain’t crunk, we turn it off (ayy, ayy)
know we going up on ‘еm
play p*ssy, we gon’ buck on ’em
hard wherе we come from, forever drop our nuts on ’em (f*ck ’em)
all my n*ggas we’re f*cking macs
vvs’s, ice attack
king of crunk i’m back, facts, they keep on begging for more of that crack (more of that crack)
hating on me, them n*ggas wack (n*ggas wack)
f*ck you thought, i keep a mac
phatty, phat*phat, got some in this gat that’ll put your b*tch ass on your back (ay*ay*ayy)
uh, don’t get stomped in these high top rees (high top rees)
wanna see me gangsta walk, that’s gon’ cost you a fee (cost you a fee)
i got money, plus i’m funny, so she want me, b*tch, please (b*tch, please)
tryna get some out a p, gotta get it off your knees (gotta get it off your knees)
n*gga dissed me in the hood, i was somewhere overseas (yeah, yeah)
catch that n*gga in the hood, i’ma beat that boy to sleep (yeah, yeah, yeah)
thought that it was over stood (what?) that i’m a motherf*ckin’ g (what?)
if it come from ayoza (what?) you know it’s murder on the beat (what the f*ck!)

[chorus: duke deuce]
you ain’t gotta like, but you sure gon’ respect it
r. e. s. p. e. c. t., bet they gon’ respect a g
you ain’t gotta like, but you sure gon’ respect it
r. e. s. p. e. c. t., bet they gon’ respect a g
[verse 2: lil thad]
n*gga play around with this sh*t, we burn his ass like cayenne
so many glocks up in the car, i can’t even pick what gen
i catch a opp, i leave him slump, gon’ send me straight back to the pen
we robbed your b*tch ass baby daddy, made his ho ass jump the fence
5.56, 7.62, we knocked his b*tch ass out his clothes
let me find out you a duck, we take you down for all ya ‘bows
i just copped a brand new fn, aim that b*tch straight at ya nose
plug playin’ with that work, we cross him out like derrick rose

[verse 3: dubba g & glockianna]
b*tch, you don’t want the smoke with these 7.62’s
pull up on a n*gga block, now he a sh*tty lil’ dude
ever since my n*gga died, i been losing some screws
b*tch it ain’t no second chance, you gon’ win or you lose
we gone stomp a n*gga ass like a hbcu
she gon’ suck a n*gga d*ck while i’m counting theses blues
i’m on i*22 with these ‘bows on cruise
you might not think that b*tch be f*cking (glocky), but these hoes gon’ choose

[verse 4: glockianna]
i bet i get my respect (respect), i’m keeping my foot on they neck (what)
it’s the queen of crunk (what you on?), i set it off, get stomped in yo’ chest (what?)
you hoes can’t f*ck with my people (what you on?)
it’s strictly war when i see ya (you don’t want war)
it’s big glockianna (what you on?), miss made, my mafia evil (what you on?)
ol’ talkin’ ass (what you on?) dog ass (what?), weak ass hoes (what you on?)
selling p*ssy in high school (what you on?), ho, you getting exposed (what you on?)
keep on talking out your neck (what you on?), you gon’ get yo’ ass fold (what you on?)
ain’t no b*tch in my blood (what you on?), ho, and that’s on my soul (woah)
[chorus: duke deuce]
you ain’t gotta like, but you sure gon’ respect it
r. e. s. p. e. c. t., bet they gon’ respect a g
you ain’t gotta like, but you sure gon’ respect it
r. e. s. p. e. c. t., bet they gon’ respect a g

[outro: duke deuce]
r*r*r.e
r*r*r*r. e. s. p. e. c. t
r. e. s. p. e. c. t
r*r*r*r*r*r*r*r*r. e. s. p. e. c. t. bet they gon’ respect a g

- duke deuce lyrics

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