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Yung Craka, Shotgun Willy - Respected Man (Lyrics)

Yung Craka, Shotgun Willy - Respected Man Follow Yung Craka and Willy: IG @YungCraka and @ShotgunWilly 🎵Please Let us know if the video is to be removed. it'll be removed asap. Email : Luxurymusichari@gmail.com Copyright / Business Inquiry: luxurymusichari@gmail.com 😀 Luxury Music: Subscribe Us:   / luxurymusicofficial   Follow On Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/31l73hs... Help Us Reach 50K subscribers! :) 🎵 Respected Man Lyrics: [Verse 1: Shotgun Willy] Man, it's time to wake up, I don't wanna 'Round about 5 I got dinner with Obama 'Bout to hit the road, I ain't talkin' 'bout Lana Ring-ring, who's that? Oh shit, it's your mama Catch me in a suit and a tie throwin' parties at the White House Shorty gonna suck big balls like it's Wipeout Started in the mornin', gotta do it 'til it's night out Craka comin' through, I'm tellin' everybody pipe down [Verse 2: Yung Craka] Ayy, you know it's my pet peeve when bitches don't say please See, I'm a real nice guy, call me Keanu Reeves And they be takin' notes, but got no degree You gon' smoke some blunts, I'm gon' plant some trees [Verse 3: Shotgun Willy] Okay now zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket How you gon' hate when you're broke? Man, stop it Ooh, goddamn, lookin' flyer than a rocket Bitch talk shit, get smacked like Bop-It [Verse 4: Yung Craka] One, two, ayy, ooh, bitching about the plane food Jordan Belfort, I'm 'bout to pop another quaalude She don't wanna take one, fuck it, I'ma take two Respected in my city, I know everybody hate you [Chorus: Yung Craka] I wake up, do my business Like who is this? Well respected man I keep a strap in my briefcase Just to keep safe 'cause I can I wake up, do my business Like who is this? Well respected man I keep a strap, in my briefcase Just to keep safe cause I can [Verse 5: Shotgun Willy & Yung Craka] Fuck a day job, bitch, I'm the business Pray on the pussy, got God as my witness I do blow and I fuck ho's 'Cause I'm cutthroat, know I keep a stick I don't care who the fuck knows Listen bucko, suck a dick Ayy, ayy, four doors said I'm tryna get my bands up Three ho's with me like my middle name was Santa I was poppin' bottles at the Copacabana Got rich and switched up like I'm Hannah Montana Hey, said I'm young, dumb, and classy At the trap, get it poppin' like it's acne With the boys when I'm whippin' through the backstreet Feds on my ass, but they never gonna catch me [Chorus: Yung Craka] I wake up, do my business Like who is this? Well respected man I keep a strap in my briefcase Just to keep safe 'cause I can I wake up, do my business like Like who is this? Well respected man I keep a strap, in my briefcase Just to keep safe cause I can #YungCraka #ShotgunWilly #RespectedMan