Paid in Full Help - Kevin Gates

Paid in Full Help - Kevin Gates

Альбом
Make Em Believe
Год
2014
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
165560

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Paid in Full Help

Kevin Gates

You whattup?

Man what that is, love

Hey look this some of that exclusive, you heard me?

You know, this some of that, you know, luxury ride type shit

Check this out

Sick man grinding hard, hard to switch lanes

Aviators, sleep-deprivated, ain’t ate in six days

Had a belief and we team never believe in me

Begin to be misleading?

had the shift changed

You niggas shit brained

Cause you believe anything you see on tv without going there

Seeing homeless, right around the corner

Hungry, starving, underprivileged

Needing garments, but’ll bargain with the dealer fixing fixes

I’m a god to these niggas

God-willing I’ll depart with my winnings

Play it smart or be caught up in the system

Beat the odds, odds in, my dogs seekin' a pardon

Poker stare, I wasn’t playing fair, I threw my cards in

My nigga wifed a B, I treat her like trash

Thinking this ain’t have to happen had he never made me mad

I’m saying though, you like to fight?

You can fight for your life, don’t play with me

See a lot of niggas don’t be knowing

I be doing real shit, ya heard me

You’re now rocking with ya boy Kevin Gates

I’m just trynna be your favorite rapper, that’s it

What’s the point of having soldiers if you can’t use 'em?

You know the Puerto Rican kid, he be popping wheelies and shit

Sell a lot of coke, what the fuck I do, man

Nigga know wassup, I’m tryna get paid in full

Bread winner street game, look who in the air chillin'

Flare the pistol, now the paramedics gotta airlift him

Wings on the skull, what I tell to the judge

Not demonic but it symbolizes hell from above

Got a cell-button bug, paper trail never budge

Assailant selling drugs, never tell on the plug

I’m a thug, what that mean?

True hustler, under God

Took something, under arm percussion, for who harm

Muzzle swarm, no discussion concussion, make it hard to talk

When he not thinking or walk when he not breathing

Quality street music, which targets the law beaters

Paw grieving, Lord please be with the mother of this motherfucker

Led by assumption, only right that the metal touch you

Safe to say Kevin Gates is a motherfucker

Luca Brasi

I thank y’all for sitting through the lecture, you know

I love each and every one of y’all on a personal basis

I wouldn’t say that if I ain’t mean that

That mean I really do mean that, I really do mean that

Mane, what the fuck you looking at me like that for?

Bitch what you want do something

I’m just fucking with you, thug

Now go 'head 'fore I put that iron on yo pussy ass

I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, thug

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