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doe boy – respectfully lyrics

respectfully lyrics
[intro]
i don’t give a f+ck what you seen back in the day
what you thought about back in the day
what image you had back, of me, back—
b+tch, it’s not like that no more
i’m rich, ho
i’m rich
life or die
it’s not like that no more, baby (tay keith, f+ck these n+ggas up)
let’s go

[verse 1]
this for all the n+ggas out here sayin’ that they smokin’ me (p+ssies)
you ain’t gon’ do sh+t to me, i don’t care’ bout you postin’ me (f+ck)
are you provin’ you a fan to me? d+ck ridin’ openly
yeah my name doe boy, but i’ma shoot ya, think ’bout pokin’ me (oh really?)
drugs in them bags, neighbors think i got some groceries
make me mad, i crash, n+ggas p+ssy, need some ovaries
streets said you was tough as f+ck, still don’t think you bold as me
i’m 26, glock twenty six, make sure you won’t get old as me

[chorus]
i don’t take no disrespect
told wifey i need baguettes
fell asleep off perkys, then i woke up in a different ‘vette
baddie, but ain’t nasty, told that b+tch i need some different s+x
up in pictures with that same knot, post a different check
[verse 2]
he said he gon’ k!ll me, still ain’t seen ’em up his semi yet
no, i don’t belive ya, you’ll be shootin’ if it was really that
talkin’ out his top, like that chop won’t push his ceiling back
if i send a message, i make sure he ain’t gon’ send one back
it ain’t no respondin’, we be steady mobbin’
ridin’ with that drac’, what’s a good to a goblin?
a milli’, a milli’, n+ggas i wish i was robbin’
and i be with future so these b+tches know i’m toxic
move to atlanta, first day, i f+cked a dancer
bend that body over, when i bust, i can’t stand up
thirty bullets comin’ out that clip, ain’t no stand up
b+tch, i don’t meet yo’ standards, i exceed yo’ standards
i’m too rich for you
too broke, ain’t no fixin’ you
flex with my n+ggas bently coupe ’cause i can afford a bently coupe
flex with yo’ n+ggas bently coupes, but that’s just a pic for you
i don’t need a n+gga for sh+t, b+tch, i ain’t sh+t like you
can’t even drive, still want a ‘rari
if we inside, them glocks in the party
roll with them demons, you know that they on me
girl, you can’t have me, you can’t even borrow me
young n+gga walkin’ in stella mccartney
i might go put vvs’ in some carti’s
pull up, i serve me a n+gga like arby’s
i been a gangsta since i watched barney
i buy designer, i’m f+ckin up barney’s
rbmg, i came in with the army
you let me f+ck, i bet we gon’ stop talkin’
b+tch, i’m sorry, not sorry
almost got forty five years in prison
but i copped out and i’m glad that i didin’t
twistin’ my fingers, i’m reppin’ the fam
all these f+ck n+ggas be mad that i’m in it, blat (oh really?)

- doe boy lyrics

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