Roc Marciano - Respected lyrics
[Roc Marciano - Respected lyrics]
"I want to be highly respected, amongst
Everyone dudes from New York
Dudes outside of New York highly Respected "
Check the motherfuckin' record, nigga
I invented swag, nigg-a
Uh, uh huh
They back (Uh) , yeah, I promise you (Uh)
(Woooooh) yeah, uh
We ain't playin' with you (Marc', baby)
Lemme lock shit, boy
Fuck you mean, boy? (yeah, We back)
Uh (Come on)
Uh fox-fur on my evening coat
I gave these heathens hope (Gave em' hope)
Uh, peep my garage, three sixes, yeah
That's the demon code
Be it so, I'm not evil though
(Haha, Wooooh) , uh nigga's emo
(Ah) this the cheat code, don't get your
Cheek blown your body don't possess
Not one street bone (Not one)
Bone to pick with who? You meat
(Meat) , T-bone my dingoes eat you whole
You should find work at Home Depot
(M-m-m-m! Get a job)
We own the streets don't mean
To hurt your ego, shit is big
My nig'
These cigs get lit with burned C notes (Wow)
Peep the steelo (Peep)
Peep the scene mo' moskinos, limosines
And speedboats (Revs)
Get your meatloaf smoked, your paper low
My section look like Kinkos, Pringles
Keep the thing close like a Speedo
I'm not playing with these negros (Negros)
Keep it P, though word to my heated comb
A gift from Ceelo (Pimpin')
Ya'll grew up in houses we grew up in housin'
Now my outfit's worth a
Couple thousand bucks, so fuck the browsin'
Money-counters on the counters
Thom Browne trousers to tuck
The Brownin' with diamonds, bust
Your Rollie down, it's crowded
(Wooh, Wow)
Uh, do the math, duke ain't nothing free
(Nothin' free) you can't fuck with me
The Lamborghini truck got bucket seats (Uh)
What's beef? When they up defeat
And touch ya muscle-tee (Wooh)
Uh, your cuddy just wasn't my
Cup of tea Marc'
Uh (We ain't playin' with 'em)
We ain't playin' with 'em
(We ain't playin' with 'em) Definitely not
(Uh) yeah, boy, straight like that nigga
(You cannot fuck with me) Pimp stand in
The motherfuckin' buildin', boy, Long Island
Stand the fuck up (On no fuckin' level) You
Already know, nigga
Don't get your motherfuckin' shit smoked
Don't get too close, or you might get shot
Shit bum-ass niggas
You already know, nigga numero uno, boy jefe
Marcielago huh? Es cargo
Everyone dudes from New York
Dudes outside of New York highly Respected "
Check the motherfuckin' record, nigga
I invented swag, nigg-a
Uh, uh huh
They back (Uh) , yeah, I promise you (Uh)
(Woooooh) yeah, uh
We ain't playin' with you (Marc', baby)
Lemme lock shit, boy
Fuck you mean, boy? (yeah, We back)
Uh (Come on)
Uh fox-fur on my evening coat
I gave these heathens hope (Gave em' hope)
Uh, peep my garage, three sixes, yeah
That's the demon code
Be it so, I'm not evil though
(Haha, Wooooh) , uh nigga's emo
(Ah) this the cheat code, don't get your
Cheek blown your body don't possess
Not one street bone (Not one)
Bone to pick with who? You meat
(Meat) , T-bone my dingoes eat you whole
You should find work at Home Depot
(M-m-m-m! Get a job)
We own the streets don't mean
To hurt your ego, shit is big
My nig'
These cigs get lit with burned C notes (Wow)
Peep the steelo (Peep)
Peep the scene mo' moskinos, limosines
And speedboats (Revs)
Get your meatloaf smoked, your paper low
My section look like Kinkos, Pringles
Keep the thing close like a Speedo
I'm not playing with these negros (Negros)
Keep it P, though word to my heated comb
A gift from Ceelo (Pimpin')
Ya'll grew up in houses we grew up in housin'
Now my outfit's worth a
Couple thousand bucks, so fuck the browsin'
Money-counters on the counters
Thom Browne trousers to tuck
The Brownin' with diamonds, bust
Your Rollie down, it's crowded
(Wooh, Wow)
Uh, do the math, duke ain't nothing free
(Nothin' free) you can't fuck with me
The Lamborghini truck got bucket seats (Uh)
What's beef? When they up defeat
And touch ya muscle-tee (Wooh)
Uh, your cuddy just wasn't my
Cup of tea Marc'
Uh (We ain't playin' with 'em)
We ain't playin' with 'em
(We ain't playin' with 'em) Definitely not
(Uh) yeah, boy, straight like that nigga
(You cannot fuck with me) Pimp stand in
The motherfuckin' buildin', boy, Long Island
Stand the fuck up (On no fuckin' level) You
Already know, nigga
Don't get your motherfuckin' shit smoked
Don't get too close, or you might get shot
Shit bum-ass niggas
You already know, nigga numero uno, boy jefe
Marcielago huh? Es cargo