With All Due Respect
Pullin on her strings like I'm jeppedo
That bitch bussin notes yeah that falsetto
She go higher than stilletos Uh
And she gon bust these note I'm talking pesos
Ain't not back and forth I need my mental with no strings ain't got no cello uh
I pass that weed like I studied
And my cup full of muddy
You niggas on a bad diet
Me my pockets is chubby
That's why my pockets so chubby Doctor told me eat greens
You don't really want smoke my dogs got them trees
You niggas got beef and I came to eat
I'm doing that all the time
She falling for me but she on a trip
I'd rather she fall in line
I tell her get off my spine
She buggin a nigga like porcupine
She want me to call her mine
But she ain't even worth it like half the time
And I won't hesitate to detonate I'm short fused
These bitches characters is faker than some cartoons
She gimme knowledge like a teacher in a classroom
She want me to step with her but that ain't how a pimp move
I might have some love for you but that don't mean I trust you
Niggas talking loosely while my stomach used to rumble
Now I conversate with paper too I flex don't need no muscles
Heart so cold like saber-tooth no sympathy for niggas ah ah
You cannot get rich chasing money with no purpose that's for certain yeah
Promise you I been trusting niggas who've been purchased yeah
I can't make amends with you niggas it ain't worth it yeah
You can fool me once but never twice I closed the curtains yeah
All due respect
I been running game losing weight chasing cheques
Fuck the fame give me cheques
Bitches running game chasing fame using sex yeah
Niggas tryna set us up nah nah
Can't fuck with the vision bitch nah nah
All due respect just respect my disrespect yeah
Beat the beat might catch a charge for battery
That's why I'm charging niggas for the juice and my price your monthly salary
She ain't even my bitch she just a fan of me
Told her slow it down gimme head don't get ahead of me
Actually
Why you actin like you want this life but you can't handle me
Telling all your friends that I'm the one but it ain't happening
Blasphemy
She on her knees she bout to blast for me
While she on the phone with the priest praying for sanity
Damn
While she in the phone with the priest praying for sanity
That bitch bussin notes yeah that falsetto
She go higher than stilletos Uh
And she gon bust these note I'm talking pesos
Ain't not back and forth I need my mental with no strings ain't got no cello uh
I pass that weed like I studied
And my cup full of muddy
You niggas on a bad diet
Me my pockets is chubby
That's why my pockets so chubby Doctor told me eat greens
You don't really want smoke my dogs got them trees
You niggas got beef and I came to eat
I'm doing that all the time
She falling for me but she on a trip
I'd rather she fall in line
I tell her get off my spine
She buggin a nigga like porcupine
She want me to call her mine
But she ain't even worth it like half the time
And I won't hesitate to detonate I'm short fused
These bitches characters is faker than some cartoons
She gimme knowledge like a teacher in a classroom
She want me to step with her but that ain't how a pimp move
I might have some love for you but that don't mean I trust you
Niggas talking loosely while my stomach used to rumble
Now I conversate with paper too I flex don't need no muscles
Heart so cold like saber-tooth no sympathy for niggas ah ah
You cannot get rich chasing money with no purpose that's for certain yeah
Promise you I been trusting niggas who've been purchased yeah
I can't make amends with you niggas it ain't worth it yeah
You can fool me once but never twice I closed the curtains yeah
All due respect
I been running game losing weight chasing cheques
Fuck the fame give me cheques
Bitches running game chasing fame using sex yeah
Niggas tryna set us up nah nah
Can't fuck with the vision bitch nah nah
All due respect just respect my disrespect yeah
Beat the beat might catch a charge for battery
That's why I'm charging niggas for the juice and my price your monthly salary
She ain't even my bitch she just a fan of me
Told her slow it down gimme head don't get ahead of me
Actually
Why you actin like you want this life but you can't handle me
Telling all your friends that I'm the one but it ain't happening
Blasphemy
She on her knees she bout to blast for me
While she on the phone with the priest praying for sanity
Damn
While she in the phone with the priest praying for sanity
Credits
Writer(s): Mzawamadoda Binase, Lutho Zwane, Thabiso Humphery Ngcobo
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