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kevin gates - shit كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah (oh my god, is that avery?)
out here
yeah
yeah

[chorus]
i don’t owe a n_gga sh_t
i’m a grinder, i wasn’t built to ride the bench
forgot about my problems, i got rich
i got b_tches, i got n_ggas, family members on my d_ck
who talk behind your back when you don’t wanna give ’em sh_t
i don’t owe a n_gga sh_t
lose the chance if you don’t take the risk
i don’t need no one to tell me what i’m is
i don’t owe a n_gga sh_t
b_tches gettin’ pregnant, keep you from your kids
then complain ’bout what you haven’t did
i don’t owe you b_tches sh_t

[verse 1]
presidential day_date, 18 karat plain jane
reminiscin’ times that mеals was missin’, havin’ hunger pains
remembеr when the b_tch that you was feelin’ played a bunch of games?
remember when them n_ggas lent you somethin’ and tried to stain your name?
big body benz say, “d_ck, how you holdin’ up?”
pillow talkin’ with them hoes that i don’t wanna f_ck
street n_gga, shout out to my n_ggas out in memphis
you sneak dissin’ brasi, p_ssy n_gga, you got titties
posted in atlanta, fitness center, in here workin’
gossipin’ like b_tches, you lil’ n_ggas went and got surgery
remember that last time that you ain’t wanna see no murder?
remember mac_11 kevin? dealer, yo, i’m servin’
real n_gga, what up? know i like to cut up
non_convicted felon_ass n_gga, shut the f_ck up
i sent that b_tch from jail, paid his bill and got him bossed up
villa by the water, barber givin’ me a touch_up
with the hand i’ma stand, carbon drum up on a come up
big b_tch’ll your rip stomach, probably make you cough a lung up
big b_tch here hold a hunnid, better pray this b_tch get hung up
bricks from colombia delivered on a dump truck
[chorus]
i don’t owe a n_gga sh_t
i’m a grinder, i wasn’t built to ride the bench
forgot about my problems, i got rich
i got b_tches, i got n_ggas, family members on my d_ck
who talk behind your back when you don’t wanna give ’em sh_t
i don’t owe a n_gga sh_t
lose the chance if you don’t take the risk
i don’t need no one to tell me what i’m is
i don’t owe a n_gga sh_t
b_tches gettin’ pregnant, keep you from your kids
then complain ’bout what you haven’t did
i don’t owe you b_tches sh_t

[verse 2]
thank god for uniforms, lord knows i wasn’t fresh
i used to wear my mama bongo jeans or some dirty sweats
dreaming ’bout that texture, swear to god, i want big rings
cars with the big chains, cigars with a sick dame
load of clothes in the washer, your lil’ drawers still got sh_t stains
n_gga ’round the corner puttin’ that d_ck all in your b_tch brains
how is she to blame? she just addicted to the lifestyle
pop out, drop the top, who not gon’ let me lay that pipe down?
pull her hair and hit her from the back, b_b_b_ba_yow
gotta catch a play, i cannot stay, okay, goodbye now
remember when they passed by you and laughed while you was walkin’?
god blessed you with a swag, you got that bag, look who talkin’
wham, bam, thank you, ma’am, you could scram, you’re a toadie
no one’s got a name for it, don’t know what to call it
lean by the liter, but you not a alcoholic
say you wanna grab a dub, why the f_ck you stallin’?
diamonds in my f_ckin’ t__th, i’m forever ballin’
dior slides, polo tees on an island flossin’
jim carrey, you get outta line, i got a choke ya
my name kevin and i’m home alone like macaulay culkin (kevin)
[chorus]
i don’t owe a n_gga sh_t
i’m a grinder, i wasn’t built to ride the bench
forgot about my problems, i got rich
i got b_tches, i got n_ggas, family members on my d_ck
who talk behind your back when you don’t wanna give ’em sh_t
i don’t owe a n_gga sh_t
lose the chance if you don’t take the risk
i don’t need no one to tell me what i’m is
i don’t owe a n_gga sh_t
b_tches gettin’ pregnant, keep you from your kids
then complain ’bout what you haven’t did
i don’t owe you b_tches sh_t

- kevin gates

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