(Do we want like uh? Like uh?)
(We're going, dude)
Five cheers for new vices
New devices sacrificing the old ones
'Til my teeth fall from my head
Replace my chompers with gold ones
You know my story been told, son
Every beat and every tone
Figure out where I got hold from
Every bar subpar, I spit eagles and hole ones
On the nine to five, drank palmers and stole stuff
'Til my balls fall out my lap
And I replace 'em with stone ones
Respect the grip
And how I got it goin' son
Bad Luck Brigade - RESPECT MY GRIP Lyrics
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(Do we want like uh? Like uh?)
(We're going, dude)
Five cheers for new vices
New devices sacrificing the old ones
'Til my teeth fall from my head
Replace my chompers with gold ones
You know my story been told, son
Every beat and every tone
Figure out where I got hold from
Every bar subpar, I spit eagles and hole ones
On the nine to five, drank palmers and stole stuff
'Til my balls fall out my lap
And I replace 'em with stone ones
Respect the grip
And how I got it goin' son
(We're going, dude)
Five cheers for new vices
New devices sacrificing the old ones
'Til my teeth fall from my head
Replace my chompers with gold ones
You know my story been told, son
Every beat and every tone
Figure out where I got hold from
Every bar subpar, I spit eagles and hole ones
On the nine to five, drank palmers and stole stuff
'Til my balls fall out my lap
And I replace 'em with stone ones
Respect the grip
And how I got it goin' son
Writer: Kyler Low
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