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R E S P E C T (Nitin Randhawa Remix)
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G-Eazy
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Yeah Young Gerald, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dylon, Dylon with the boom pow Every week now I switch to a new style Two 12's in the back just blew out Everything I do end up in the news now Leave the club with a few now Just some Hollywood girls and they do chow I'm drunk, I'm drunk in the mood now 2 AM, what you wanna do now? (What you wanna do now?) Look baby, pa** the Stella Don't spill on me, that's Margiella Got this Oakland game to tell her Goddamn, she look familiar Think we hooked up at Coachella What's her name? Isabella? Isa- uhhh... forget it Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe gеt rich Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never еxist I can feel the changes I can feel a new life I always knew life can be dangerous I can say that I like a challenge and you to me is painless You don't know what pain is How can I paint this picture When the color blind is hanging with ya Fell on my face and I woke with a scar Another mistake living deep in my heart Wear it on top of my sleeve in a flick I can admit that it did look like yours Why you resent every making of this Tell me your purpose is petty again But even a small lighter can burn a bridge Even a small lighter can burn a bridge I can feel the changes I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous You can see that my city found me then put me on stages To me that's amazing To you that's a quick check, with all disrespect let me say this I don't f**k with you You little stupid a** b*t*h, I ain't f**kin' with you You little, you little dumb a** b*t*h, I ain't f**kin' with you I got a million trillion things I'd rather f**kin' do Than to be f**kin' with you I heard you got a new man, I see you takin' a pic Then you post it up, thinkin' that it's makin' me sick I see you calling, I be makin' it quick I'm a answer that sh*t like: "I don't f**k with you" B*t*h I got no feelings to go I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go I mean for real, f**k how you feel F**k your two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill, yeah And everyday I wake up celebrating sh*t, why? Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy b*t*h I stuck to my guns, that's what made me rich That's what put me on, that's what got me here That's what made me this And everything that I do is my first name These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain Ain't nothin' but trill in me, aw man, silly me I just bought a crib, three stories, that b*t*h a trilogy And you know I'm rollin' weed that's f**kin' up the ozone I got a b*t*h that text me, she ain't got no clothes on And then another one text, then your a** next And I'm gonna text your a** back like I don't f**k with you
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