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Respect Us

Juvenile

Tha Block Is Hot

1999

thuggin' 'til tha day I, I die, cousin
Weezy Wee, let 'em burn, bring the fire truck in

Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Cash-Money Records
It's

me
Boy these streets a fuck you over boy that bitch stay horny
Let's  go

I be posted by my lonely can't let the devil harm me
Boy these streets a fuck

paper up
They say boy you is insane cuz you dont hang wit us Cuz it be hard to trust
Leave em in the dust
Vroom vroom vroom
She’ll come if the rich man in

Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Uh
Yea, yea
Yea, uh

They gon' feel me, yea I gotta let 'em know
Cause she feel me and she not gon' let me go
They ain't hear me so

City Boy

Poison Clan

Ruff Town Behavior

1993

time to wreck with the ill shit, the real shit
Bitches on the dils-nik, plus I got skills, kid
Suckas can't hang with the styles that I let go
They all

head over hills
Said he got more motion than me boy let's be for real
I make more moves in a day by just standing still

in the whip
Mind playin tricks but no trick on a bitch
Young geto boy rap a lot for the chips
C was alive then i vote for the pimp for prez need

you, but I might keep you
What do I gotta prove?

Like a ghost, I float
That's my style, Bre-Z step out no-
Problem, I got 'em, they go wild
Still

Rose-Colored Boy

Paramore

After Laughter

2017

Low-key, no pressure, just hang with me and my weather
Low-key, no pressure, just hang with me and my weather

Rose-colored boy
I hear you making

Givin' Up the Nappy Dug Out

Ice Cube

Death Certificate

1991

with a lot of practice
On black boys jimmies and white boys cactus
Sorry sorry sir, but I gotta be brief
A lotta niggas like bustin' nuts in her teeth

All this grindin', all this money, gotta get it
If it's hustlin' then I'm with it
Keep it bangin', let's get with it
All my gangsters let's get work

Pretty Mami

Lil Uzi Vert

Luv Is Rage 2

2017

Wanna hang with my gang, yeah I gotta know
Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show
Yeah these diamonds on my rock, nigga yeah I'm rockin' gold

Now if you gonna hang by with 'em
I need you to be behave right with 'em
Cause I'm not tryna rearrange my rhythm
And if I do, you gonna hate my

Now if you gonna hang by with 'em
I need you to be behave right with 'em
Cause I'm not tryna rearrange my rhythm
And if I do, you gonna hate my

she fye fye fye fye
She wanna ride the wave wave she fye fye fye
Let's go Dj's
Pull up to the club in the foreign whip
She gotta pretty face thick hips

Hot damn
Who's who
Everybody's looking so cool
Got some women chillin' there by the pool
Walk by, make 'em go coo coo
Hot damn
Who knew
That I'd pull

got your attention lil bitch

No question 
I'm gonna start by killing this beat bitch 
I'm gonna keep squeezing 
cnd leave it to cease breathing
I gotta

fully
Your boy a rookie and I am a bully
Armed and dangerous
I hang with killers and you cannot hang with us
You cannot bang with us
I cannot let all

Got Your Back

Drama

Fuck a Mixtape

for you
Is you wit' me?
I got your back boy
Well lets get it

We were high (til when its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I promise I

em lurking (Aye)
Boy you've gotta let go of that old me (Old me)
The years got em acting like they knows me (Knows me)
I've been going up, I'm in

'em pray for God's sake
For survival
But you never, ever, give up
Or surrender
No mercy (Oyy)
Gotta curse you (Boy)
No mercy (Oyy)
Gotta (Uh)
No mercy

BG Bam nigga
The niggas that told you that they would always be around seem to have left you alone
And na you out here hitting licks gotta thug by

nigga, no fold out (no fold out)
I teach a nigga how to cut ties, if he snitch, nigga, gotta kill 'em all (gotta kill 'em all)
And you gon' show no love

toe go walk em
She know we the type to go chalk em
Big dog all big in doing no barking
For I lay up gotta chase me some money
Young nigga in love wit