Şarkıcı: Kevin Gates
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Parça: Intro
Kevin Gates - Intro Lirik (LRC gelişmiş) (03:30-210-0-en) (ÖN İZLEME)
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[00:00.00]by RentAnAdviser.com
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[00:00.80]Everything I do, you bitches got a problem with it
[00:03.80]Hmm, carry on (Carry on)
[00:08.20]I take a shit, you got a problem with it
[00:10.20]Hmm, carry on (Carry on)
[00:12.80]Huh, ayy, you make it like it's about Dude
[00:16.30]You know it ain't about that
[00:17.40]You know what the fuck you did, nigga (Damn)
[00:19.50]I don't hate you, you must know
[00:20.80]Man, I'ma show you how great I am
[00:23.40]Carry on
[00:23.40]For the record, I am Muslim first, where should I begin?
[00:26.60]I'm a general, I'm one of the men, ABPSN
[00:29.10]I'm hospitable, respect agreed, but we can not be friends
[00:32.40]Social media, I'm not promotin' criminal intent
[00:35.30]Big spinner, get to business deal when killers get consent
[00:38.30]Whoever played, I want they family membеrs, I'ma set a trend
[00:41.50]Bow my head and say "Astaghfirullah, Lord, forgivе me for my sins"
[00:44.40]F250 drop my Hellcat off and whip up in a Benz (Hmm)
[00:47.60]Downtown, ninth ward, Alabo and Rocheblave
[00:50.80]Big chiefs send them things, bread winner, gunner gang
[00:53.70]New infinity in gunner phase, how we discussin' things?
[00:56.70]Timid, nine ward did it, gon' have another son to raise
[00:59.70]Niggas started actin' like big Brasi ain't the truth ouch'ere
[01:02.80]I done caught a body if a nigga want some proof ouch'ere
[01:05.70]Southside, Baton Rouge, standin' up on Fran Street
[01:08.80]Standin' up on 12th Street, big London package, hand me
[01:11.70]With Butcher out on Evergreen, standin' up on Taft Street
[01:14.70]Sold dope on Murder street, St. Joseph Abbey Street
[01:17.80]Crate and Stewart, middle of the drought and he ain't textin' me
[01:20.60]Carolina Street's applyin' pressure, you can ask for me
[01:23.60]Trophy, grey Monte Carlow, hustle 'til my lungs collapse on me
[01:26.60]Garfield Street, ask Big Boi, charge twenty for a zip of lean
[01:29.80]B.O.N., I'm a big old nigga with that MAC on me
[01:32.70]Zap-a-hard, fifteen on I'm weighin' a rack a piece
[01:35.80]They shot me down, broke my bone in half, it ain't no jackin' me
[01:38.80]Hospital every pack, digi scale, dope and them bands on me
[01:41.70]Shoutout to God, no bodyguard, wore my hat, he had plans for me
[01:44.60]I was on my ass doin' bad and dopeboy had grabbed for me
[01:47.70]Mile I blew them stacks, payed him back, and T-Newman grabbed for me
[01:50.60]Born like my hustle, I must a free agent drafted me
[01:53.50]Honda Accord with Dreka, move discretely, look with that strap on me
[01:56.60]Accidentally turned up, Oakland, Cali', Sac' on me
[01:59.60]Fuckin' with the plug daughter, her mama put that pack on me
[02:02.50]No five ton, no metal box, I'm comin' with the stamp on me
[02:05.50]Leavin' Hammond with what's his name? Fleep is spillin' ack on me
[02:08.60]Solo, I feel gangster, reason presence in the back of me
[02:11.60]Abuelita's spirit, got the Godmother backin' me
[02:14.50]Nigga murdered Mazi and I was gone, that shit had damaged me
[02:17.50]Bodega bans'll tell you in New York that I got handling
[02:20.50]Big Jigga tell you, if I love you, anything you ask of me
[02:23.50]Breadwinner, brave heart, ain't trippin' ' bout no brave team
[02:26.80]Stalkin', tryna choke something, ain't stickin' like no Beijing
[02:29.90]Curbboy ...........
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