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Respect My Gun

 

Respect My Gun

(앨범: PRhyme 2 - 2018)


[Royce Da 5'9":]
Competition fail hard cause I got real bars like Barbarians yall looking like male far
Or carry em while I'm chilling abroad
With a broad this ball-carrying with my dick in her jaw is giving her heart failure
Looking at the down under like living in Australia with no feelings involved
Like Lauryn Hill killing us off, I scored well but when you this fly its either limit the sky or the unlimited fall
Feel like I'm living the life of the infamous raw
Criminal who's been spinning inside the mirror in the sky suspended in time like the General Zod
Connoisseur of the finest colognes
Call me the chemical lord
Pure artist and it's for sure dog

You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherfucking gun

God of the semi-automatic but yo ass bet not call me no semi-god
I'm sipping on Guinness while sitting in the synagogue
Tall spending, living large
And its the yard niggas long winded
I'm getting in my car and I'm skrrting off
Convict around bricks of raw
I keep the same down chick around different tours
I tore down shit before now the shit be more
Cause now ya boy sounds just matured
And your shit for clown see before
I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora
Either or, it'd be an honor to be a fly on either wall of these giant divas
Anytime you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war

You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherfucking gun

[Roc Marciano:]
Facts, I might air you a gas, dunk your body out on fair facts
Play the trap laid on the air mat before rap
I had the .44 mag in the velour bag
Bag of bitches had a bigger and back of fourth just to say badminton
I had to admit that shit bad for business
I like em bad and send your women friend get apprehended
Its clear as wind that I done mastered this pimping
Hopped out the albino rhino I don't buy no clothes with rhinestones
I'm too refined I'm not common folk
Feral got my skin rose gold
I was rocking moto 7 years ago
You niggas slow, just dig the hole and don't be difficult
I keep the .40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked

[Royce Da 5'9":]
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherfucking gun

[DJ Premier:]
Ride out

[Royce Da 5'9":]
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherfucking gun

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