Lil Yachty - Gimmie My Respect (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Yachty - Gimmie My Respect (en) Lyrics
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The whole gang slime (Slime)
Pull up a sauna, I'm fine (Fine)
Reach in the bag, grab the
iron (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Still rock the ice when
I'm flyin', uh (Ice)
If she ain't 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 Ripley's, I think
they lyin' (Cap)
These old niggas gettin' washed (Huh)
They can buy every new watch (Mhm)
It still wouldn't buy
'em more time (Gang)
I pick the drip, you get
slimed, huh (Drip)
Don't 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
Don't 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 don't
do the octagon, yup
Spider drop out like
Decepticon (Bitch)
Right at your crib while you're
eatin' dinner (Bah)
Dressed in a mask like
it's 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 I'm a eight-figure, muhfuckin'
twenty-one year old millionaire
Ain't got no kids either
Ain't no bitch gon' trick
me out my dollar
Ain't takin' care of none of these
dry-hair bitches with kids, nigga
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