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Lil Yachty – Gimmie My Respect Lyrics

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Had to muhfuckin turn the muhfuckin light off
Thats what I had to do
Uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh
30, you a fool for this one
You can turn the headphones up

Slime Slime
The whole gang slime Slime
Pull up a sauna, Im fine Fine
Reach in the bag, grab the iron Bop, bop, bop, bop
Still rock the ice when Im flyin, uh Ice
If she aint fuckin, she spyin Fuckin
Niggas be hatin on gang Gang
Really just sound like they cryin Bitch
These niggas bit on the cap Bitch
Carl Ripleys, I think they lyin Cap
These old niggas gettin washed Huh
They can buy every new watch Mhm
It still wouldnt buy em more time Gang
I pick the drip, you get slimed, huh Drip
Dont make the gang do a crime, huh Drip
Get em on cam like a Vine, huh Drip
Yeah

Yeah nigga, you know what the fuck goin on
Niggas keep forgetting about who
Niggas keep forgetting about who goddamn
Started this muhfuckin new wave shit, bruh
Come on, man, give my respect, bitch

Yeah, smokin like hickory Hick
Stay with the stick for the trickery Stick
Pay my respect to keep taking the victories
Freddy went missin, that shit was a mystery
Caught me a vibe, yeah a negative energy
Dont be upset that I called you a mini-me
Keep me a Uzi, that shit be the minigun
Hunnid round clips, pop it right in the Tommy gun
My niggas shoot, they dont do the octagon, yup
Spider drop out like Decepticon Bitch
Right at your crib while youre eatin dinner Bah
Dressed in a mask like its Comic Con Ho
Twelve came in the hotel room Hoo
I like to sleep with the palms Shit
Nut fill up to her gums Shit
All in her stomach like Tums Shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said what I said
And Im a eight-figure, muhfuckin twenty-one year old millionaire
Aint got no kids either
Aint no bitch gon trick me out my dollar
Aint takin care of none of these dry-hair bitches with kids, nigga

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