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Bet I’m on It (Feat. 2 Chainz) – Kevin Gates

Lirik lagu: Bet I’m on It (Feat. 2 Chainz)

[Hook: Kevin Gates (2 Chainz)]
Whip through the dash
Some thing on my wrist is blinging
Got a bad bitch in my ride
But the whole time I’m still thinking
(Bet I’m on it
Bet I’m on it
This ain’t no motherfucking lease, I bet I own it)
Smoking green and I’m leaning out the liter
I’m the flyest nigga living in the whip while I’m still thinking
(Bet I’m on it
Bet I’m on it
This ain’t no motherfucking lease, I bet I own it)

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Respect none of your lies
Got a tampon on my line
P H lovers on offset but pussy hater good try
Double sip, double cup, double parked it this time
Double taking, taking place on a double date, she got ass shots
Bartender she can have shots, take her home give her back shots
Hustle really hard never made it with a sport
Five hundred four grams and you never woulda thought
Eighteen ounces made it with a fork
Loved in the hood but I’m hated in the court
When the ball hit the rim that’s a miss
Come to think about it wait, that’s a brick
Three hundred eight balls coming, no assist
Aw here we go again, mind on dope again
Cuffs on my wrist tell the [?] I don’t know again
Insecure about his ho again
Foreign on them inches take your bitch cause she was taking interest
Ladle licker neighbor kisser [?] from the area

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[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I ain’t with all the arcades
Stalked her out like a shar-pay
Fucked your girl for an appetizer then fucked again for an entree
Southside where I came from, murder rate on the rise
Niggas will murder for food they might as well hold up a sign
I get minez, spell it with a “z”
Niggas sleeping on me: z, z, z
I wake them niggas up, take them niggas’ cut, ate them niggas’ lunch, EBT
See my movements is a movie, good head soothes me
And I love group sex, hell yea I’m a groupie
If sex is a weapon, hit her ass with that Uzi
Told her to wipe me down, hit her ass with that Boosie
Then we got trippy, hit her ass with that Juicy
Had sex with her raw, hit her ass with that sushi

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Kevin Gates

Don’t Panic – Kevin Gates

[Verse 1:]
Fuck the rap game, I won’t get it like G
Put me on the block, go to thuggin’ like E
Think I’m goin’ back but free my nigga [?]
Me and gunner, 9th innin’, just beat a life sentence
Anyone of you lil’ boys on the yard, throw the coffee in your face
While your wife stick a knife in your kidney
Bitch I’m goin’ crazy, goin’ all gangsta
9 milli’s slangin’, [?]
MAC 11 rangin’, jumpin’ out, walkin’ up on blocks
40-50 shots, I’m a clean a nigga’s clock
Everybody gettin’ whopped when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it’s the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat, nigga, bye bye
No police up in the business when you get a shot and miss it
50 niggas from New Orleans come and turn around the city

[Hook:]
What’s happenin’? Don’t panic, don’t panic
We ’bout to… get ’em dead, don’t panic, don’t panic
Wasn’t thinkin’ ’bout a jewel and nigga showed off
Couldn’t use your brain, now you gotta get ’em blowed off
Dog, get a call, everything for the scram
Don’t panic, don’t panic
Fuck bein’ friendly, nigga say what’s on your mind
I’m bein’ quiet, I got murder on mine
I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine
Killin’ what I love, I got murder on mine
Fuck bein’ friendly, nigga say what’s on your mind
I’m bein’ quiet, I got murder on mine
I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine
Killin’ what I love, I got murder on mine

[Verse 2:]
Team strong as a bitch, layin’ law down
Everything feel the business, lay ’em all down
Auto manslaughter but you never thought it out
Curse, kill ’em all, let the lord sort ’em out
F&N point short, let the spark haul ’em out
This what war ’bout, nigga, fuck that
Meek men is gonna [?], we already died twice
God in my heart when I gave back life
I was coolin’, I was tryna live a laid back life
Now my kids gotta see me in the pen or the grave
Real street nigga, no pen to the page
I will beef with you anywhere, any place
Ugly ass btich better fall back
Keep my name out your mouth or get your hard hat
Raps are the enforcer, I meant to say the landlord
Better yet, let me let them rubber bands talk

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[Verse 3:]
I don’t mind doin’ time, I’m a doin’ time vet
Hustle in the jailhouse, bread, wanna bet?
BWA, this is not BMF
Everything around me convicted already
Pull my clique together, built it from the inside
Penitentiary rules in effect
You lil’ boys go to jail but you don’t know how to fight?
Ain’t no guns back here, don’t know how to make a knife
Stand tall on my own, I don’t gang bang
I done seen it go bad on the chain gang
Seen niggas gang raped by their own gang members
Cliquin’ up with other gangs and they kill their own nigga
Seen a nigga on a visit huggin’ on his wife
Get back to the cell, he another nigga’s wife
Everyone that say salamu alaikum ain’t your brother
Come to my respect, I’m a die overnight

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I Need It – Kevin Gates

[Intro:]
Turn it up, let me hear it
Turn it up, let me hear it, Oh DUMB

[Hook:]
I need it up in my life
Every night I get on my knees ask but
Heaven ain’t been speaking back (speaking back)
I need it up in my life
This goes out to every ghetto every project who know losing’s not an option
I need it up in my life (yeah)
All this money cars and clothes
You know I’m balling out control, on you hoes

[Verse 1:]
They attempt to label me inhumane
I believe in God but not your God
Last nigga got outta pocket on the wrong decor got broke off
What the fuck is up with these A&Rs
Criticizing music they can’t make
Poking fun at my struggles I don’t find shit funny
I live in places that ain’t safe
2008 I got my leg blown off
Any given day could get my head blown off
Rest in peace to Tyree Edwards
Bullet in his head got his head blown off
Tried school was a great kid
Academically I excelled in it
Grew up poor got teased a lot
Cause my school clothes had a smell in ’em
Same shirt four weeks straight
On the block grinding, got sales in ’em
Juvenile detention my case worker said I might be headed for a crash course
No father figure role models up in prison all my jump shots hit the back board
Head-on collision, not watching while I’m steering
No air bag, head hit the dash board

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[Verse 2:]
Approaching me and wanna shoot the shit
But pretend as if they’re here to help Gates
Behind my back in front of label heads
Saying “Kevin just won’t cooperate”
Missed flights, showing up late
I live life didn’t rap about it
No time to live, my time for them
How the fuck I’m gon’ rap about it
Speak the truth or rap around it
And in a wrap around I rapped about it
Tragic ending for some family members
In heaven sitting wishing I was with them
Instead I’m stuck in this hell on earth
With pretend friends who think of ways to get me
Couple niggas I loaned money
Said they got me and never get me
Tell a bitch no I’m never guilty
Still ain’t got no guilty feeling
Always telling me what I should do different
But can’t explain why they ain’t winning
My own blood just turned against me
In disbelief I’m like “not true”
Devastated, got caught off guard
When I seen the switch I’m like “not you”

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Break the Bitch Down (Feat. K. Camp) – Kevin Gates

Lirik lagu: Break the Bitch Down (Feat. K. Camp)

[Hook: K Camp]
I’ma break that bitch down
Met her out in town
Got her on tequila
Made her turn her ass ’round
I’ma break that bitch down
Down, down, down, down, down, down
I’ma break that bitch down
Down, down, down, down, down, down
I’ma break that bitch down

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Pull up in the car
Then let up the arms, suicide doors
I’m married to the game, never gettin’ a divorce
Get in, baby this a coupe, ain’t no room to fit your friend in
Red bottom, whatever, your Christian, who is ‘Boutin?
Kinda new to boutiques and I don’t do the salons
Swag kinda simple, I’m cute in Louis Vuitton
I’m headed to the ‘telly, I wanna see you perform
No hood on the car, workin’ on your vocals
Threesome after drinkin’, grab a condom, we in motion
Break your bitch down, leave her sleepin’ on the sofa
In the kitchen, broke a brick down, she ain’t even know it

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[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Out of town for the weekend, accompanied by three friends
I’m supplyin’ all y’all drinks then
Vacationin’ from work, end up takin’ time off
Had to break up with her guy and feel like all men are dogs
Tequila kickin’ as we talk and we talk
If she ain’t feelin’ it, she would’ve been walkin’ off
I’m about to ‘scape away, she don’t leave
All I did was ask Sabatha, she won’t eat
Hotel room vacant, alone, she don’t sleep
Clothes off, on the sheets, provided we underneath
Hollerin’ in between, I don’t get tired
But wonderin’ why you sleep

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[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
Opposite of normal
I’ma get her number, be a week before I call her
I can see the future and I’m just bein’ honest
What I gotta do? I ain’t tryna meet your mama
I’ma get her loose, then I slang her this iguana
Actin’ like she don’t but I know she really wanna
Break the bitch down if she ask of my karma
Won’t pick up the phone, make her turn into a stalker
Put her out the car, don’t perform and you’re walkin’
You was actin’ bad, buy the part, don’t be heartless
You are not a star to a king and regardless
You don’t have a car and a section 8 apartment

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