LSd - Disrespectful lyrics

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LSd - Disrespectful lyrics

[Intro] All my n***as sip gin n***a, ha, sip gin n***a All my n***as sip gin n***a, sip-sip gin n***a (x3) [Verse 1] Got these b**hes up on my dick As soon as I step in the audi White hoes be popping them mollies Sniffing that coke and blowing the marleys But kenny ain't on that influ Talk about what a n***a been do Talk about what a n***a been does Cuz we f**ed up, cups dubbed up Now where the hoes that give neck Chill shawty don't flex n***as repping they set fully ? dress on they prep Trippy off that lean sh** sent Straight from Houston Drugs all up in my presence Watching these hoes as they abuse them Shawty want the rebel, big dick gold bezel And n***as ain't on my level cuz my echelon is too level These the nights that we strive for Im the n***a hoes cry for Fashion wise I don't try hard What the f** a n***a really gotta lie for huh Respect me, kenny be triple OG f**ing these hoes she blowin them oh's Putting that kitty on me b**h im disrespectful, disrespectful b**h im disrespectful it's the motherf**ing rebel [Verse 2] Got b**hes up in LA, Crenshaw, Berkeley Shawty give me that face, while im dicking down your ovaries Overrided with liquor, basquiat on them pictures Middle finger to society, this cold world got symptoms Living nothing but party life f**ing nothing but curly lights Bad b**h with them latex tights She cheifin off with them handy pipes Now we got the free, know what I mean Kenny be living on schemes, hoes enticed by the g's, enticed by the gold Living the life of a G[x2] Part 2 You ain't got to go home but you need to get the f** Up out my presence, life is full of presents with different devils and brethren I keep my head up like hard dicks, no h*mo Like h*mo phobics spitting tuberculosis thats my diagnosis Don't compare that i'm nice like rebel, lyrical flames like a dragon when its talking to devils The hood ain't a place for a n***a like me Too much gold on my neck, for these demons to see As they see they visualize demonical crimes Everybody want the light but too sour for limes Im blind, materialistic going ballistic these be my statistics ? Haan