Kevin Gates - Brasi The Eagle (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kevin Gates - Brasi The Eagle (en) Lyrics
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Brasi the eagle
Fly for no reason
Out of the region, don't
try to reach me
Nose was bleedin', top
of the bleachers
They ain't believe it,
made 'em believe it
Courtside seated, overachievin'
Bread Winner season, sold-out arenas
Brasi the eagle, fly for no reason
Now we in airplane mode, no DNDin'
No negativity, I cannot see it
Straight up, why are you so
concerned that I'm here?
Ignorin' all phone calls (No negativity,
I cannot see it)
Upgraded my life, on a
whole 'nother level
Got some new ice, this
a whole 'nother bezel
Exotic car drivin', I'm
pressin' the pedal
Been in my presence, you
know that I'm pressure
Two people complainin',
ignore 'em, whatever
Bottom fell out and I held it together
They doubted me, I got
they weather together
I'm proud of me, I'm doin'
better than ever
Overseas visitin', business
trip winnin'
I'm big manifestin', consecutive
blessings
Don't seek my opinion, make
your own suggestions
I'm trustin' myself, it ain't
no second guessin'
Believe in myself, it ain't
nothin' to question
This feeling I feel I
admit is refreshing
The front cover GQ, I'm magazine-ready
I'm at Met Gala, step out,
they tell me I'm sexy
Praise the almighty God, he put Cartier
frames on me (Allahu akbar)
Block all the hatred when they
throwin' shade on me
Stayed down, I came up, I'm
havin' my way on 'em
Chances make champions,
eat or you stay hungry
Me and John, Richard Milles, went
to Emirates, blew a bag
2-0-2-4, Cullinan, matchin' pair
Cuban links, emerald cut,
lot of cash, havin' that
992 Porsche, Turbo S, drivin' fast
Big dog, Clearport, arrive
and I'm flyin' back
I ain't pack a bag, I get
fly when a nigga land
Super-bad bitch, gotta translate
what she sayin'
If you ain't from Morocco, it
be difficult to understand
I just spent another half a
ticket on my other hand
One-point-five-billion-dollar
deal, finna have
Married to the hustle, ain't no
slowin' down, hit the gas
Expensive, bring my own strand,
roll it up, hit the gas
Allahu akbar
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