Kevin Gates - Big Hittah (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kevin Gates - Big Hittah (en) Lyrics
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They say a bitch nigga tryna take mine,
put his brake line on a flat
Came through the pipeline
on the grapevine, I'm a lifeline,
that's a fact
I check her mouth out with a flashlight,
search a nightgown with a strap
She might just eat dick with
a razor in her mouth, bite
down on the back (Woo)
Might put some Visine in your
drink, while you sleep, rip
you out a couple racks
I'll get you tied up, make you
watch a real killer, hit
your wife from the back
Know where your crib at, get
your kids snatched, big Brasi,
I'ma get you whacked
Don't know the whereabouts
of my warehouse, 'bout to
put his face in a jam
Yeah, yeah, I live every day like my
last, I wasn't 'posed to be here
Yeah, yeah, I heard there's
a bag on my head, that's
why I'm posted in here
Yeah, yeah, ain't gotta go in the stash,
know I'm controllin' in here
Yeah, yeah, I go everywhere by myself,
so you might not notice the kid
Big hitta for the cartel
I'm the real thing, wassam,
lil' bitch?
Out in public, no dap, lil' bitch
Already knowin' you ain't
that lil' bitch
Lot of niggas be cap, lil' bitch
Aw, yeah, I'm 'bout to
jump in the coupe
With the retractable roof
Oh well, I got the men in this bitch
And they wanna go with
they move (Oh well)
Ooh, left Yorkville, went
to Stateville, they respectin'
me like Jeff Fort
I'm one of them men beloved,
yes, sir (Yes, sir)
Upright and independent,
that's us (That's us)
They just be talkin',
call a nigga's bluff
I go retarded with it in the clutch
I keep it humble, I ain't never stutter,
nigga, I'll pop a nigga in the—
We put the D on the ave,
both feet in the lab
And I'm 'bout to go in the kit, stove
Heat up the slab with
sixty-three grams
And cookin' the two in a split, woah
Hook in the bag, a hook in the jab
No singles, that's all I got left
Fade or come with the cash,
they slip on a mask
And then you get put on a shelf
I'm in here thumbin' through hundreds,
I'm running through money
But I ain't never run out of breath
I'm 'bout to meet with the runner,
it come through the tunnel
I'm dumpin' this here for a check
They know I'm breadwinner, gunner,
put that in the puddle
That muzzle up under your neck
I'm 'bout to punish the summer,
I got this bitch jumpin'
And then I go jump on a jet
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