Testo Respect - Karlae feat. Young Stoner Life & Gunna
Testo della canzone Respect (Karlae feat. Young Stoner Life & Gunna), tratta dall'album ENTER
Runnin' from jits
Money change so much, I'm startin' to regret
My lil' brother went and got him a tech
Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect
Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (woo, woo, woo)
Private the jet (woo, woo, woo, yuh)
Trap up the place (woo, woo, woo, yo)
Drop on her neck (phew)
Runnin' from jits
Money change so much, I'm startin' to regret
My lil' brother went and got him a tech
Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect
Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (woo, woo, woo)
Private the jet (woo, woo, woo, yuh)
Trap up the place (woo, woo, woo, yuh)
Drop on her nеck (phew)
We gon' go play Simon Says
Make these bitches do what I said
Walk 'round this bitch like a runway
All this high fashion just drippin'
Take what I want, I ain't askin' a bitch
Know they gon' hate with a passion, lil' bitch
Hear what I say, you just cappin', lil' bitch
My niggas came with a bag in this bitch
Big bag like it never full
Eatin' all year, yeah, never full
Big trips like an edible
Penthouse views, so incredible
Runnin' from jits
Money change so much, I'm startin' to regret
My lil' brother went and got him a tech
Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect
Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (woo, woo, woo)
Private the jet (woo, woo, woo, yuh)
Trap up the place (woo, woo, woo, yo)
Drop on her neck (phew)
Runnin' from jits
Money change so much, I'm startin' to regret
My lil' brother went and got him a tech
Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect
Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (woo, woo, woo)
Private the jet (woo, woo, woo, yuh)
Trap up the place (woo, woo, woo, yo)
Drop on her neck (phew)
Oh, I got a check
Really rich, you can check out the neck (jewelry)
Frosty wrist, this the flawless baguettes (flawless)
Shoot my shot, it ain't nothin' but net (swish)
I hit a ran on yo' bitch like Iraq (yeah)
The jet'll land, just tell me where you at (yeah, land)
The platinum Rollie should have came with a plaque (yeah)
Young Gunna, Wunna, and I'm still yellin', "Slatt" (uh)
New MayB' with TVs in the back (TVs)
A couple Gs, they'll put you to rest (Gs)
Sonny's here, I told my mama, "Relax" (relax)
I kept it real, that's why they give me respect
You lose it once, and you ain't gettin' it back
Runnin' from jits
Money change so much, I'm startin' to regret
My lil' brother went and got him a tech
Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect
Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (woo, woo, woo)
Private the jet (woo, woo, woo, yuh)
Trap up the place (woo, woo, woo, yo)
Drop on her neck (phew)
Runnin' from jits
Money change so much, I'm startin' to regret
My lil' brother went and got him a tech
Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect
Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (woo, woo, woo)
Private the jet (woo, woo, woo, yuh)
Trap up the place (woo, woo, woo, yo)
Drop on her neck (phew)
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Rick Witherspoon, Sergio Kitchens
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