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wiz khalifa - respect lyrics

[produced by tm88]

[intro: juicy j]
mr. cap you ready? um hmm
you finna k!ll this shit, yeah
p-ss that bong over there bro

[hook: k camp]
when you stay all on your job and stay focused
you gon’ be the best
do what you can when your team get a chance
put it all to the test
came for it all, know you heard this before but
i done more with less
grindin’, you fall now you done with the tour
get it all off your chest
hustlin’, hustlin’, hustlin’, hustlin’
that’s all they respect
hustlin’, hustlin’, hustlin’, hustlin’
that’s all they respect
hustlin’, hustlin’, hustlin’, hustlin’
that’s all they respect
when you go hard
you go hard and don’t stop until ain’t nothin’ left

[verse 1: wiz khalifa]
i just wanna pull up with my trunk in the front
i just wanna pull up with my n-gg-s smokin’ joints
i just wanna pull up with a b-tch with no instagram
i just wanna pull up to the club just to start
when you a young n-gg-, you can have anything you want
when you a young n-gg-, you can have any b-tch you want
when you a young n-gg-, you can drive what you wanna drive
when you a young n-gg-, you can buy what you wanna buy
havin’ fun with some b-tches, smokin’ weed in the ride
on the corner with my dogs, drinkin’ gin to survive
ain’t from the bottom? you can’t understand
bank in my hand, your b-tch think i’m the man
yes i am

[hook: k camp]
when you stay out and your chopper stay focused
she gone be the best
do what you can when your team get a chance
put it all to the test
came for it all, know you heard this before but
i don’t more less
grindin’, you fall now you done with the tour
get it all off your chest
hustlin’, hustlin’, hustlin’, hustlin’
that’s all they respect
hustlin’, hustlin’, hustlin’, hustlin’
that’s all they respect
hustlin’, hustlin’, hustlin’, hustlin’
that’s all they respect
when you go hard
you go hard and don’t stop until ain’t nothin’ left

[verse 2: juicy j]
all my pockets overweight
appetite for all this cake
money man, i still run this game
i’m in perfect shape
moonrocks, keep me high as tube socks, bird one
keep it pimpin’ and pay close attention, you might learn somethin’
my family is all i need, i make sure that we gon’ eat
overtime, 25 hours, 8 days a week
i remember back when i was broke, how could i forget?
nine bathrooms in my crib, i got a pot to p-ss
my look my momma’s face when i bought her a new home
my mom, we finally made it, them hard times is gone
finally made it legit, ain’t no way i’mma quit
got a cone full of guacamole, let’s go get these chips
(hustlin’, hustlin’)
all the money coming in so fast you can’t resist
(hustlin’, hustlin’)
cause there ain’t no such thing as gettin’ too rich
(hustlin’, hustlin’)
you will never hear me say i don’t want no more
(hustlin’, hustlin’)
this juicy j and gettin’ to the money is all i know

[outro: juicy j]
yo n-gg- keep it real with your motherf-ckin’ self and grind for your motherf-ckin’ self. if you lookin’ for another n-gg-. if you lookin’ for another n-gg- to put food on your motherf-ckin’ table n-gg- you dumb as f-ck. you a stupid -ss n-gg-, you should go f-ckin’ take a gun and put it to your brains and blow your own god d-mn brains out

you stupid as h-ll n-gg-, don’t be beggin’ no n-gg- for shit n-gg-, get your lazy -ss up, get out here and work n-gg-. you know what i’m sayin’? that’s how we get this bread, we hustle n-gg-. we gotta be out here man, up early in the motherf-ckin’ mornin’ man to the next motherf-ckin’ morning, man. you know what i’m sayin’? how a n-gg- supposed to get this shit?

this shit don’t, money don’t grow on trees, shit don’t fall out the sky, n-gg-. you know what i’m sayin’? i know you out there high and shit, you know what i’m sayin’? n-gg-s die for this shit man, n-gg-s out here on some real grind, n-gg-. there’s some f-cked up motherf-ckers out here man, you know what i’m sayin’ man?

when a real life situation kick in, your motherf-ckin’ kids hungry, your bills due, your motherf-ckin’ car broke down, man. n-gg- you gone be sicker than a motherf-cker, man. we still gon’ be gettin’ money, we still gon’ be gettin’ high, we gon’ be in the strip club, we gon’ be bringin’ in the bags left and motherf-ckin’ right. bringin’ them b-tches in, throwin’ that shit out like trash n-gg-. we gon’ be gettin’ high as f-ck, laughin’ at you ol’ stupid -ss n-gg-s out here man, the f-ck outta here man, k!ll yourself n-gg-

- wiz khalifa lyrics

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