Kevin Gates - Shit (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Kevin Gates - Shit (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
I don't owe a nigga shit
I'm a grinder, I wasn't built
to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas,
family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when
you don't wanna give 'em shit
Lose the chance if you
don't take the risk
I don't need no one to
tell me what I'm is
Bitches gettin' pregnant,
keep you from your kids
Then complain 'bout what
you haven't did
I don't owe you bitches shit
Presidential Day-Date,
18 karat plain jane
Reminiscin' times that mеals was
missin', havin' hunger pains
Remembеr when the bitch that you was
feelin' played a bunch of games?
Remember when them niggas
lent you somethin' and tried
to stain your name?
Big body Benz say, "Dick,
how you holdin' up?"
Pillow talkin' with them hoes
that I don't wanna fuck
Street nigga, shout out to
my niggas out in Memphis
You sneak dissin' Brasi, pussy
nigga, you got titties
Posted in Atlanta, Fitness
Center, in here workin'
Gossipin' like bitches, you lil'
niggas went and got surgery
Remember that last time that you
ain't wanna see no murder?
Remember MAC-11 Kevin? Dealer,
yo, I'm servin'
Real nigga, what up? Know
I like to cut up
Non-convicted felon-ass nigga,
shut the fuck up
I sent that bitch from jail, paid
his bill and got him bossed up
Villa by the water, barber
givin' me a touch-up
With the hand I'ma stand, carbon
drum up on a come up
Big bitch'll your rip stomach, probably
make you cough a lung up
Big bitch here hold a hunnid, better
pray this bitch get hung up
Bricks from Colombia delivered
on a dump truck
Thank God for uniforms, Lord
knows I wasn't fresh
I used to wear my mama Bongo
jeans or some dirty sweats
Dreaming 'bout that texture, swear
to God, I want big rings
Cars with the big chains,
cigars with a sick dame
Load of clothes in the washer, your
lil' drawers still got shit stains
Nigga 'round the corner puttin' that
dick all in your bitch brains
How is she to blame? She just
addicted to the lifestyle
Pop out, drop the top, who not gon'
let me lay that pipe down?
Pull her hair and hit her from
the back, b-b-b-ba-yow
Gotta catch a play, I cannot
stay, okay, goodbye now
Remember when they passed by you and
laughed while you was walkin'?
God blessed you with a swag, you
got that bag, look who talkin'
Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, you
could scram, you're a toadie
No one's got a name for it,
don't know what to call it
Lean by the liter, but
you not a alcoholic
Say you wanna grab a dub, why
the fuck you stallin'?
Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth,
I'm forever ballin'
Dior slides, Polo tees
on an island flossin'
Jim Carrey, you get outta
line, I got a choke ya
My name Kevin and I'm home alone
like Macaulay Culkin (Kevin)
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