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kevin gates – major league كلمات اغاني

[intro]
well, one of these ol’ p_ssy_ass n_ggas do what y’all salute (yeah, yeah, yeah)
b_tch_ass n_ggas know they actin’ cap (yeah, yeah, yeah)
“luca brasi”

[verse]
on the road, back to back for shows, and i ain’t get a cent off that (at all)
back to cookin’ fish, smell like a brick, i got that scent off that (on god)
closed doors, ones closest hurtin’ your emotions (huh?)
then get ’round, they fake supporters and play perfect on the socials (hmm)
i can’t go along to get a long, i’m a big soldier (easy)
k!lla stone reincarnatin’, all magnolia
that other n_gga, we are not the same, fall back homie (b_tch)
i am downtown, night ward, baton rouge, big dawg
e_wayne, k_wayne, b_wayne, gettin’ off (woo)
meditate, seroquel, elavil, sick cough (roof)
new buildin’, violated
got shipped, ten songs
i done been up_state with n_ggas afraid to walk the big yard
bad karma come to those who cross me, bust the beef here (boom, boom)
70805, i pull up, hop off, got some street cred’
lil’ one snuck me, he dead, that other n_gga, he dead
i’m major league swingin’ this big b_tch, you know how we play it
copied all my tats, he actin’ like he put in work for this (yeah)
you ain’t work the trench, you p_ssy b_tch, you rode a bunch of d_cks
heal with that retinol, yeah
four n_ggas in folders, yeah
lord’s got a name for it, don’t know what to call it yet
gunner, ward mighty, breadwinner, john gotti (wah)
king ox hit the fed, cut his dreads, kept it solid (wah)
tell lil hank, that’s my gangster, jonathan like john stockton
know if i go back, i could lay back ’cause i know that he got me
[dre?] chillin’ my accountant, buku money counters counting
i get john wheeler, all of his responses gon’ be copied (gone)
pretty b_tch, big booty, texas, she responded (what up?)
eat that d_ck up on command, meanin’ she in correspondence
pretty feet, i nibble on her cheeks when we at my apartment (oh)
all up in her arteries, i slang that d_ck in high performance
real drug lord fresh, kevin dress designer garments
plugged in, i’ma [make colder?], opposite of boring
really did it from the corner, graduated to a trap spot
you knew ’bout gates, 2008, you call that b_tch the match box
safety pin and nitro digit scales, i’m moving crack out
lil’ b_tch off tennessee in here with me, i blew her back out
my partner tellin’ me the game foul, i should back out
my same partner left me in a gown with my back out
rappers got around me, my stories, they re_enact out
real big speakers, you ain’t did no time, it just don’t add out
vroom, urus wide body kit, i whip the lamb’ out
talked about by p_ssy n_ggas who indigent with they hand out
heroin and syringes, real militant, it should tan out
first n_ggas said they stand on nation business, i’m official
feelin’ like demar derozan, got looked over, turned me vicious
they salute the fakes, say, “f_ck the real,” i wonder what i did ’em
i got plenty pretty women whom i won’t give no commitment
steppin’ on these n_ggas, fell in love with my new mission
i know music cool, but i know sellin’ drugs would get me richer
with the sh_t of life sentence come with this and i’m convicted
[outro]
d_mn, we done run out of beat

- kevin gates

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