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lirik lagu kevin gates - die bout it

till a patted wagon pull up and coffles my
my pants second im double cup
south side hustle inside
hustle outside i dont give a f-ck
i might be up you wont get it up
you wont show dice with a deuce at me
in the club are like 30 bands
going hard till i prove something
going lie on him he vibes on him
n-gg-rs lie up on it
im fly up on him
my lid n-gg-rs on my corner
they rap too they trap too
pull up all day you know the roll way
with a road play bap bap you
beat so unbrand just call me
uptown beveling jerry look at my
brothers spike no talking
bring alders on p-ss by your house
symbol feeling like august
pulling up on murder street
my uncles clutching revolvers
hear anything about how this feel
you play with that ill be off it
pull the years in rap person got in the game
all the more im dullin
b-tch you know im bulking
lay us all late
slip my feeling like solider
she thinking she special
paid her told her get the step and recall it
i aint got sh-t to do but cook her like i was from the jail
these n-gg-rs lying in their rhyme
you can stop pretending
my past sagging in this b-tch
dont give a f-ck who feel me
and if you disrespect me n-gg-r
you gonna have to kill me
b-tch imma die about it
n-gg-r imma die about it
im form where n-gg-rs get it on
we dont cry about it
you say our n-gg-r disrespect you
n-gg-r write about it
i know some p-ssy n-gg-r scared
probably ripe off it
i get thrown water at the end of my show
catch him o a rebound… what i throw
20 bands 30 bands 40 bands 50 bands
getem captured, getem splattered
pull the traffic bought that action
up there up there
little shuttle give a f-ck
n-gg-rs fall where i come up to talk that sh-t
shoot to kill dont discuss that
done that f-ck that f-ck that f-ck that…
take a picture from my car
i mean d-ck puller meat beater

i f-ck with yo dog i dont f-ck with you
soon as dead n-gg-r went to jail
you start doing things that a busta do
you dont know how to keep the street
reason why? you not s street n-gg-r
my awkward mama grandmother thugging
in the streat real street n-gg-r
boy you look disgusting
you look ugly plain dirty dusty dingy …
i aint got sh-t to do but cook her like i was from the jail
these n-gg-rs lying in their rhyme
you can stop pretending
my past sagging in this b-tch
dont give a f-ck who feel me
and if you disrespect me n-gg-r
you gonna have to kill me
b-tch imma die about it
n-gg-r imma die about it
im form where n-gg-rs get it on
we dont cry about it
you say our n-gg-r disrespect you
n-gg-r write about it
i know some p-ssy n-gg-r scared
probably ripe off it
me a stroke and a car by myself
you know we just there holding in
me a stroke and a car by myself
you know we just there holding in
you know n-gg-r i was telling it was nothing
so now i say my sidling b-tch
you know you whole move by yourself
i hold the entourage into yearn
thats a sign of weakness
you know a real vic will sit back and look at n-gg-rs
that look like weakness
i aint taking no distrust
n-gg-r man im just staying on fate
n-gg-r i keep the street i talk about
n-gg-r caught feelings
what a b-tch would do
i keep her so
just know that what you do a b-tch
go do what you want to
use a renegade
the worst thing you can get in a n-gg-r hard b-tch
is rejection
and the hoes love attention
you aint got to have a p-ssy to be a hoe
a hoe is just somebody that want attention from another man
n-gg-r a lot of hoes with d-cks out here
right now you know me
keep that thing all the way street
n-gg-r ill be listening to these n-gg-rs talk my game
grinding in shining grinding in
kevin gates for president all the way

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