Kevin Gates - Fuk Em (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kevin Gates - Fuk Em (en) Lyrics
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If you really gettin' it how you
say, then hold your watches up
If I let 'em live, I'm back to gettin'
it in, them niggas time up
They ain't gotta ask me what
it is, I throw mine up
Lil' fine shit, ain't got no time to
talk, lil' bitch, I'm tryna fuck
Judge, fuck 'em
DA, fuck 'em
Free the real out the pen',
I miss 'em, I love 'em
Hoes, fuck 'em
Niggas, fuck 'em
If they ever violated, fuck 'em,
let they mama love 'em
My team winnin', my teeth hittin'
Recovered off a fumble, thеn
I ran it up in minutes
Niggas, fuck 'еm
Hold it down for my kids,
I miss 'em, I love 'em
Ayy, who the fuck is you? You ain't
standin' like I'm standin'
You ain't gangster like I'm gangster,
applyin' pressure, you
ain't no Phantom (At all)
You ain't got stripes,
you ain't no tiger
Concrete jungle, you ain't no animal
You ain't swaggin' like I'm swaggin'
Huh, Louis bandana tied around my neck,
the belt to match, Gucci bandana
Trappin' a Jim Jones, Killer
Kam, Juelz Santana
You ain't even water to Baton
Rouge, still in the trenches
controllin' traffic (Huh)
You don't pull up and hop out solo
You ain't Mr. Louisiana
Ayy, wassam? Bitch, I'm out here
I'm Mr. Louisiana (For real)
Ouu, lost my train of thought,
I ball back up on a addy
I took a good girl, I hit
from the back, she want me
to be her daddy (Ouu)
Breadwinner be on the hat with
the strap, it's cute when I
turn it backwards, ouu (Ouu)
Recovered off a fumble, then
I ran it up in minutes
On the internet tryna build
it, actin' like they don't
fuck with us (Why? Huh?)
Heat the city up (Why? Huh?)
Bitch, you know what up (Why?)
Gettin' the strip and gettin' it
born (Huh?), I'm 'bout to heat
this bitch back up (What up?)
And who started sayin' I'm
him? Could you remind this
bitch, again? (I'm him)
Kodak, on that broccoli, I'm
a healthy kid (I did)
Who gon' act like they ain't
catch it? Huh, rewind this
bitch, again (For real)
You ain't invisible hand sense
Sprint to the back, Mariah Carey
Mouth a movie, Brasi platinum
Pop out, everybody starin'
Bunk beds, diamonds cross the T-O-P
and bottom bracket (Bling, blaow)
Went and saw Kevin Sands, I
could've bought a Phantom
My new bitch super bad and we be turnin'
heads in traffic (Straight up)
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