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respect my hustle - frenchie lyrics

[hook x2: frenchie]
if i should die before i wake, i pray to god my soul to take
bury me in gucci jeans, and a new cavalli belt
my jersey be 23, i did this sh-t all by myself
these haters they envy me, boy you better check yourself

[verse 1: frenchie]
bury me in gucci jeans, and a new cavalli belt
pilot is my middle name n-gga, i can fly myself
french is the one and only, you getting paper then show me
you flexing hard with your breitling, my little n-ggas rock rollies
you ain’t built to be with my coding, my money stacking high slowly
ain’t nothing you can do for me, you a baby boy like jody
one whip forty-thou’ i profit, ladies showing me love
security i don’t need it, twenty racks to blow in this club
shorty gon’ p-ss me the molly’s, you just slumped in that two-door coupe
team mack got the seats back, with a gang of hoes, moulin rouge
i’m flexing hard, yeah i do
rest in peace g baby, yelling out my screw

[hook]

[verse 2: deezy]
we show up, we show out
lambo coupe, no doors out
put the doors up, know what i’m ‘bout
view my life, that movie sh-t
view my b-tch, that louie fitted
rock city, what? i ain’t losing sh-t
send me a brick, i’m a move it quick
these gucci shoes mean nothing to me
i f-ck ‘em up, i playing it
that’s when you know a n-gga really getting money
mde, i’m a hold that down
take something from you i’m a lay that down
cut a n-gga face turn his frown to a smile
? on the waist, n-gga look at me now
gun in his face, n-gga say something now
n-gga say something now

[verse 3: zoeballa]
if i die before i wake, bury zoe with two g’s
cavalli shirts, i’m too fleet
rolls royce with two keys
i’m stunting n-gga, i’m too hard
12’s on that too guard
pardon me if my heart bigger
shocked police, i spark n-ggas
no car involved, i park n-ggas
my shine glow, and my wrist’s black
pray to god i ain’t y’all n-ggas
up and down, this whole list is macked
my team too official, gun and a pistol
told these motherf-ckers all welcome to the c0ke wave
gotta give him forty-four grams, calling me the man n-gga
come and get a c0ke wave

[hook]

[verse 4: joffy]
if i should p-ss before i wake, i swear to god my son is good
i’m from the hood, seeing depths in the road like i’m under ?
gotta switch my life around, hammer tucked yeah i’m wifey’d down
glam’ ’em up, that’s a lightning round
tan ’em up, know young icy down
? while she probably wanna swally’
she be tripping on the d-ck, and yeah she probably on the molly
i ain’t judging her, cause i’m f-cking her
you one time, you cuffing her
it’s me and ? , who can f-ck with us?
swagger up, we busted up
hopping out, they rushing up
you mad as f-ck, there’s no touching us
gd, baller type
f-ck the compet-tion, i’m all the hype
give me all the mics
and i’ma spit on that b-tch like pac did n-gga, cause we all alike
zoeballa, frenchie hoe
general, so don’t tempt me though
my gun go so let your son know
that if i unload, that i’ma empty hoe

[hook]

- frenchie lyrics

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