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respect - howie stackz lyrics

hook:

what makes you think i give a f*ck about respect?
my own blood cut me off for the check
what makes you think i give a f*ck about your problems
i got my own & i ain’t got time to solve them
what makes you think i give a f*ck about them bands
when half you n*ggas barely touching fifty grand
what make you think i give a f*ck about your b*tch
even if she thick, if she with you, then she ain’t sh*t

vincodaman:

alright, okay, hold up wait let me explain
i work 7 days a week i ain’t got time for your complaints
plus i work 10 hours a day, 5 days a week at my lil job
so every year i can bring in a measly extra 60k
chasing m’s, you chasin skims, i’m on a different time of day
my b*tch like b*tches, got a n*gga, she a different typе of “bae”
i swear it’s f*ck all of you f*ck n*ggas
i don’t evеn much f*ck with ’em
i just got this load in, i ain’t trying to be stuck with ’em
load up this nissan, hit the road, try my luck with ’em
i don’t f*ck with no new n*ggas
with the same n*ggas, came up with ’em
since karl kani jean outfits, leather pelle coats, and buck 50’s
hook:

what makes you think i give a f*ck about respect
my own blood cut me off for the check
what makes you think i give a f*ck about your problems
i got my own & i ain’t got time to solve them
what makes you think i give a f*ck about them bands
when half you n*ggas barely touching fifty grand
what make you think i give a f*ck about your b*tch
even if she thick, if she with you, then she ain’t sh*t

ne3ph:

what make you think i give a f*ck about you
bust up off you, knock some dust up out you
b*tch you would be houseless if it wasn’t for vouchers
how you thinking got you living lousy
you know nothing bout me
i got kids to feed, you stuck in the county
say why you think i don’t be worried bout it
n*ggas p*ssy body, she just p*ss & body
no substance behind it
i need something timeless
think about that sh*t before you vouch it
you ’bout it? i doubt it
i earn it, then count it
run it up from the a to the mountains
think about that crazy sh*t you said
you wishing me dead
cursing me, stay all up in your head
’cause you n*ggas is scared
think about calling for some help
then keep it to yourself
don’t give a f*ck
i’m stacking up my wealth
and coming for my belt
hook:

howie stackz:

n*ggas love to hate me ’cause they cannot do it better
i was po’ pimpin’, n*gga, and your b*tch couldn’t get no wetter
i was riding in the vic, cuties in the trunk lining
i was workin on myself while y’all n*ggas just be whining
y’all b*tch made, self righteous, weak, i’ll give you six days
i just need a scale, and a supply, i’ll flip it six ways
i be making albums, n*gga, motherf*ck your mixtape
i’m my own d*mn gunna, plus, i told you, i ain’t wit gang
what makes you think i give a f*ck about your status
give a f*ck about your words, i give a f*ck about your actions
what makes you think i give a f*ck about your passion
i need my money in my hand and that’s my only satisfaction, n*gga

- howie stackz lyrics

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