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Boosie Badazz

Lotta Respect

 

Lotta Respect

(アルバム: Every Ghetto, Every City Vol. 1 - 2015)


[Hook Boosie Badazz (Quavo):]
Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect
Got a whole lot
Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect
Got a whole lot
(Got the respect, got the respect
We got the respect, we got the respect
We got the respect, we got the respect
Migos and Boosie, we got the respect)
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect, got a whole lot
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect, got a whole lot
(Got the respect, got the respect
We got the respect, we got the respect
We got the respect, we got the respect
Boosie and Migos, we got the respect)

[Offset:]
Respect me like Aretha Franklin
Respect the fact that I got Benjamin Franklins
Living out the bando, trap out the vacant
Doctor Offset, I got a lot of patients
When I got out of jail I wasn't a free agent
You can hate that I'm rich, I appreciate it
Thanking my mama, look what you created
I'm in the PJ, headed to Jamaica
Maison Margielas, safari, a gator
You sweet like candy, rob you now or later
Call Domingo, he annihilate you
Don't press my buttons, I will violate you
Bald head Lamborghini, cancer patients
Diamonds shining, you hallucinating
Looking at hundreds, that's my motivation
Used to have chickens in the bando basement
Ain't talking bout money, ain't no conversation
Grab the Pyrex and we whipping Caucasian
Tray 1 got the seals like we in the Navy
They respect me, they know I can still ship a baby

[Hook]

[Boosie Badazz:]
Got a whole lotta, got a whole chopper
Coroner, can't call the doctor
Ride all night, we gone solve the problem
I, I, I got respect, fuck busting them checks, mister finesse
Know I'm grinding in my neighborhood
Ain't nothing but a real ass nigga, street nigga from the neighborhood
Have respect, on the set selling yayo
Bust a nigga's fakes up with the four four
[?] guns like soldiers do, new favorite [?] standing over you
We just do what we supposed to do
Use it every time we pull it, big chains on, I'm a gold mouth bullet
30 in the clip, man the whole [?] full of it
In the dirt, my respect gon put ya
Last nigga tried but he couldn't
Dog every ho who give me pussy
Outlaw, I don't know another way to put it
Got respect nigga!

[Hook]

[Quavo:]
Pull up with choppers just for respect
I pull up in your hood cause I got respect
AK 47 kill [?], don't nobody s'posed to know bout that
Plug dropping off the anthrax
My young niggas trap out of fanny packs
You got to respect that I took your ho
Took her to the top floor then I hit from the back
Migos and Boosie pull up, 'Raris backed up
Damn, they having a heart attack
Young rich nigga, yeah we count millions
Pass a hundred dollars to the children
You got to respect how we living
Go the choppers out nigga, no feelings
Till a nigga might get out of business
Then a young nigga handling business
Baow, Kraow, no witness
I'm in the lab, Quavo the chemist
On the North I was Quavo the menace
Came from pennies, now I'm having them riches
You feel me?

[Hook]

[Takeoff:]
They respect a young nigga cause I can paint a perfect picture, no Mona Lisa
Go cross the country, don't need a Visa
I'm smoking on OG, you smoking sativa
So many diamonds on my neck a nigga caught the measles
The critics write and say that Migos bigger than the Beatles
Take a trip to put the work [?] in Costa Rica
Snow bunnies in the lab, been geeking, I got jungle fever
I hit the pot, no Billie Jean, but I got to beat it
Rap shit, Floyd Money Mayweather, we undefeated
Chopper [?], scary nigga, jeepers creepers
In the kitchen whipping the chicken, I'm selling chicken tenders
Burglar bar doors trapping out the windows
30 round extension hanging from my pistol
Once that hollow hit you it'll rip your tissue
You an internet gangster, sending shots subliminal
I'm in the bando with the criminals
So many narcotics, nigga need tentacles
Wake up in the morning, say my blessing
Put my Migos chain on, my diamonds screaming Peekaboo

[Hook]

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