Kevin Gates

[fox69]

"Drive"
(feat. OG Boobie Black)

"Drive"
(feat. OG Boobie Black)



[Kevin Gates:]
Never made love outside in a car
Eat dick, while I twist a cigar
Young lady in the streets
Don't know what you mean to me
And a queen to this king, Yes you are
But every time you're around me, baby
Make love, I drive you crazy
Ride smooth like a Mercedes
And I'll fuck you like the bitch that you are

Come here boo give me kiss
Taste your own pussy got to get it off my lip
Spit it in your mouth
Then ya spit it on my dick
Six nine, six nine, we wobbling the headboard
'Bout to put it in your life, what you scared of?
Bend ya to the floor, they don't want it from a nigga (Uh ah!)
Lick all in ya booty, got you runnin' from the lizard
I got diamonds on my Momma
Like the middle of December
(Bling!)
First time I made it this cold
I had to figure out the shiver
Hate to be around too many
I don't really like to kick it
I don't fuck with other women
Baby you don't really feel it
When you tell me that you want it
And a nigga don't deliver
Hit 'em with some shit
I know you feel it in your kidney
Leave the ground or make a Plan B
I know you don't really miss it
Pull up to the trap
I got a meet my brother, Mang (Mang!)
This stupid nigga out of line
I put his feelings on the trigger
(Aye!)

Never made love outside in a car
Eat dick, while I twist a cigar
Young lady in the streets
Don't know what you mean to me
And a queen to this king, Yes you are
But every time you're around me, baby
Make love, I drive you crazy
Ride smooth like a Mercedes
And I'll fuck you like the bitch that you are

[OG Boobie Black:]
I'm and O.G you can say that shit (What's that?!)
Bitch I been knew you was a trick (Bitch!)
Never did hate, get that cake (Get it!)
Suck a nigga dick, look him in the face
I don't give a fuck 'bout broke ass hoes (Fuck 'em)
Real ass nigga, 'bout my doe (Ya!)
'Cause a bitch wanna chase, get up in the race
All my niggas still runnin' in the race (Uh, Ah!)
Slapped in the face, Bitch oh please!
None of you bitches are winning this race
Trust no hoe, just called your brother
Bet you [?][?] goddamn motherfucker
Stupid ass hoes, trying to get a look
Like ya fag shit, ya keep in ya hood
This that shit, that's goin' pierce your guts (Damnn!)
She knows what it is, and the bitch understood

[Kevin Gates:]
Never made love outside in a car
Eat dick, while I twist a cigar
Young lady in the streets
Don't know what you mean to me
And a queen to this king, Yes you are
But every time you're around me, baby
Make love, I drive you crazy
Ride smooth like a Mercedes
And I'll fuck you like the bitch that you are

Home of the silence
Souldier Slim, watch out bitch
You better not say a word
Slap on her ass three times, for the third
Cut up in the kitchen, gettin digits for a pizza
G-Gettin' to the biggest, with the [?} [?]
Don't keep the bag orange
Getting on a niggas nerve
Squealin', squirming, I know what to do
Yeah, pay attention when I told ya not to move
Let me get my keys, I'm a fuck you in the coupe
In the backyard sales still coming through (come on)
I don't get tired, where you going? (come here)
I ain't through (come here!)
I'm a make you get on top
And ride it while I'm driving
I'm a keep the gas, all you got to do is [?]
Eye contact hoe, let you know you got me
Rest in peace Joe
Yeah, young nigga wildin' (Whaat?!?)
Rest in peace Joe, yeah young nigga wildin' (Whaat?!?)

Never made love outside in a car
Eat dick, while I twist a cigar
Young lady in the streets
Don't know what you mean to me
And a queen to this king, Yes you are
But every time you're around me, baby
Make love, I drive you crazy
Ride smooth like a Mercedes
And I'll fuck you like the bitch that you are

 

[fox69]

"Excuse Me"

"Excuse Me"


I be hopin' sometimes for a moment to feel the light shine
If life is a gamble I'm willin' to bet my last dime
I know what it is to be victim of this bed I made so I lay
Bought this bread I don't play
Goin' through hell tryna make it
Not even heaven could stand in my way

Niggas talkin' and that shit annoying
See I pay my dues, you can't afford it
Since I got them racks they can't ignore me
I keep it movin', fuck what's not important
Excuse me, it's a real nigga here with some money
Excuse me, it's a real nigga here with some money
Excuse me, niggas talkin' and that shit annoying
I keep it movin', fuck what's not important
Excuse me

Flaws on the table, I don't feel insecure
(I say why bout that boy, are you still insecure?)
Likkle wastegyal want fi man out di slum
(Batty fine, dutty wine me a want see it done)
Me and Millz break the nine, come on boost it up a notch
Demeanour of a leader, even cooler than your socks
I would say the watch but the bitch that cold
Waitin' to tell but she wouldn't let go
Leanin' out the liter, I ain't gettin' strep throat
Flyer than the seagulls steady bumpin' Beanie Sigel
Disrespect it then we squeezin', I ain't gettin' stepped on
Khaza, he the sequel, if you didn't catch on
Ain't no latchin' on to my success
Breadwinners association, I move for the paper the haters consider a threat
Condo street shot in my convoy, I meant to say Tecs
Disruptive behavior, subject to change by my chain, get upset
I'm becomin' a gangster, they have PMS
If you won't be a woman then go get a plumber and grow you some breasts
Rollin' up sleeves like a sink, spread the cabinet, layin' pipe underneath
Rap game kitchen counter, came to tighten up leaks
(Tell 'em what you mean)
Time to tighten up the leash

Niggas talkin' and that shit annoying
See I pay my dues, you can't afford it
Since I got them racks they can't ignore me
I keep it movin', fuck what's not important
Excuse me, it's a real nigga here with some money
Excuse me, it's a real nigga here with some money
Excuse me, niggas talkin' and that shit annoying
I keep it movin', fuck what's not important
Excuse me

Oh my God, I'm a God
Neighborhood, I'm a star
Sic 'em red bitches, they don't listenin' to call
Girlfriend in my lap while I'm twistin' the cigar
Luca Brasi, I murder bout Mazi
Mucho the boss still livin' in my thoughts
I'm a real vic, money limp when I walk
Beat a bitch back in, big dick dinner soft
Big clip by the couch wearin' zips that's an out
Public housing, no authority and the clique got a house
Try to turn speaker off blip-blip with the AUX
Tuck somethin' close to you, eatin' grits witcha spouse
No bathrobe wearin' ass nigga
Breadwinner brick game hashtag emblem
Peace sign on the hood in Benz symbol
Still goin' off, make the clique get richer
Shots on her back and her chest to the pillow
Pieces come together, playin' chest with a picture
Dog just a pawn, I be fresh, get the picture?
Rappers all scarred up, discoloration
Mental gymnastics with this conversation
Just my little friend, this was just a vacation
I'm dedicated to the grind, real nigga discipline
Show on the road, low pros and they Michelin

Niggas talkin' and that shit annoying
See I pay my dues, you can't afford it
Since I got them racks they can't ignore me
I keep it movin', fuck what's not important
Excuse me, it's a real nigga here with some money
Excuse me, it's a real nigga here with some money
Excuse me, niggas talkin' and that shit annoying
I keep it movin', fuck what's not important
Excuse me

Not even heaven could stand in my way
Not even heaven could stand in my way
Not even heaven could stand in my way
Not even heaven could stand in my way

 

[fox69]

"Fuck It"

"Fuck It"


[Intro - Kevin Gates & lil Bro:]
Lil Bro: Man, fuck your DJ
KG: Man, lil brother, you can't be saying fuck a nigga DJ...
And all that shit
Lil Bro: Fuck em, what can they do for me
KG: You right, My nigga fuck your DJ
Kg: Lil Bro, you gotta turn my shit on...
So the hoes can be on my dick

[Hook - Kevin Gates:]
Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it
I ain't scared to go to jail
I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin
Fuck him
My block roll, lot of control, phone jumping
Just seen a fight, my lil hoes with the scuffling
Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it
I ain't scared to go to jail
I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin
Fuck him
In the draught we gon' eat yellin "FLOOD IT"
Took my lick when I went in I'm 100

[Verse 1 - Kevin Gates:]
[?] swag cut up bad my new Mac, Kodak Black
Gold buttons, hold up yeah, Pour up
Wait that was Mazi line first
A lot of niggas been dabbing lately that was Mazi lil work!
No leash, pitbull in the streets
On the dead end, watch how I make it jump
[?] in the game, I ain't stretching [?]
Mentioning my name, Customers will come
Ooh get 'em Gates, hold up get in there
Bitch get it straight, I got 50 [?]
I am not popping bottles on they ass
Full auto, hit the throttle on they ass
Wasn't trying when my pockets doing bad
Now I'm bout to go and really make 'em mad
Fuck how they feel, I don't take it back
Catch a fade in my younger days
Zip shit quick, put you up
[?] bitch you know what up
[?] one, yeah keep it up
Nuk stuck with me through the clutch
I ain't never seen him switch it up
Villy tell the J I say what up
O you heard 'em fucking, what you tough
I love your mama, know we had it rough
Gangster [?] I was looking up
[?] saw me get it out the mud
He didn't have a shower just a tub
Big Jimmy house on eleventh
12 Big London I'm a stepper
Stanley called me Kevin [?]
Get it

[Hook - Kevin Gates:]
Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it
I ain't scared to go to jail
I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin
Fuck him
My block roll, lot of control, phone jumping
Just seen a fight, my lil hoes with the scuffling
Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it, Fuck it
I ain't scared to go to jail
I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin
Fuck him
In the drought we gon eat yelling "FLOOD IT"
Took my lick when I went in I'm 100

[Verse 2 - Kevin Gates:]
Boobie black went to jail
Streets, I was in 'em knee deep
Real Magnolia die-hard's
Pulling up to get weed
Me and Gunna locked up together
Way back think we did in 90s
You and LVG uptown niggas living grimy
[?] yo [?] bitch I miss you
You still in the trenches, I been grinding
Menace on my mind, I kept it silent
[?] spite argue but I'm dabbing
Lately feeling like I've been surviving (I did)
Jumping out with [?] montana
Out in Watts, cooling out in Cali
Compton menace hit me you know what's happening
I just sent it, You ain't get the package [?]
Miami, hold up man, I'm just rapping
Trapping, run it up, I'm just [?]
I ain't seen [?] her once
Understand it, she gon understand it
In Tarzan, I'm tryna build a mansion
In Topanga, I see Kylie Jenner
Sometimes I see Tyga with her
Neiman Marcus, I just work retarded
I got money problems
Get the picture [?]
100 pints of Ac' and I'm quick to spend it
Islah thuggin that's my daughter laughing
Ain't too many times ain't caught her happy
Conversation [?] look what happen
Pussy street nigga you a rapper
Run up on me, come and see what happen
I'm a die, I ain't from this planet
My lil son bad, I'm his daddy
Your baby mama used to be a daddy
Grown man, you still got a daddy

[Outro - Kevin Gates:]
You still got a daddy, man be for real
Like you is a little boy
Hey look it's Kevin Gates, you heard me [?]
'Preciate you for joining me...
On this adventure that we about to go on
This is Murder for Hire 2
Man let's get into some shit

 

[fox69]

"Get Em"

"Get Em"


[Hook:]
Niggas looking like they mad
What he sayin though
Won't use my hands, I'ma let them rubberbands go
New bitch and she bad though, my ex a sad ho
Fall off in the club, pants saggin' smokin bad dough
Mad dog, I'ma grind full time, I can't slow up
Fifty grand with the lean, all eyes on me, I can't pour up
Michael Jackson bad, all these hoes calling me thriller
Got a nickname in my section and you might know me as "Get Em"
Cause I get 'em

[Verse 1:]
Pockets lookin' like munchkins
Her booty lookin' like pumpkins
Got a toolie on me, I'm thuggin
Wanna' do me something, it's nothing
This one goes to those who live illegal all day
Hustle sun up to sun up, tryna' get it always
I'm a grinder, shots fired
Big, I miss ya, this shit different, hold up lighters
Infiniti truck see me
Not much eatin, but fuck sleepin
That nigga a fuck boy, gun touch people, not much either
Outside with the loud mouth, nigga broke your jaw, you fouled out
Roundabouts, don't fuck with me, if they fuck with me, then it's "blaow blaow!"
Jean jacket, with the Timbs on, got tattoos on my neck
Nobody needs nobody, now I say cut the check

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'ma lean in, throw left jabs
Side step, with the left hook
Right hand, lead, like Ali
I'm a shit talker that read books
Plain Jane, my best look
Ain't complaining bout my left foot
Fifteen cavities, yeah this team in back of me
That'll be fixed when the song over
Syrup faucet, just got cut off
Nigga been sippin strong doses
Club soda, doctor visits
Sent soldiers on mobster missions
Thinkin my condition, top condition
Feel the world should move for me
They ain't got no cure for me
Bitch say ain't no pull for me
All I seen in real vibrant colors
Stand for nothin, you'll die for somethin
Terrance Hines just went to jail
The good Lord sat him down for something
Reason being, we'll never know
I made money, I sacrificed
They say, lifes a gamble, for example, ride or dice

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Get Up On My Level"

"Get Up On My Level"


Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level (love)
Get up on my level (up there)
Get up on my level (up there)
Get up on my level (up there)
Get up on my level (up there)
Get up on my level (up there)

Tongue kissing, I'm fight in public
Can't see you niggas
No feelings, ain't no bitch I'm trusting
Can't see you niggas
Faces that she make, disgusting
Can't see you niggas
Throwing dick inside her stomach
Can't see you niggas
Cause hurt cause I've been hurt before
Can't see you niggas
Love don't live here anymore
Can't see you niggas
Racks spent on designer frames
Can't see you niggas
Rocking shades to hide the pain
I can't see you niggas

Money ain't shit
Got it all day, get it all day
Hoes y'all chase, wanna fuck me
The things you niggas brag about, ain't shit to me
I feel it's only right to say

You niggas need to get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
You niggas need to get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level

Ain't squealed when the polices took me
Can't see you niggas
'Fraid to death in Central Booking
Can't see you niggas
Lick was for my team, I took it
Can't see you niggas
Not thinking they would play me pussy
I can't see you niggas
Talked about when I'm not looking
Like Stevie Wonder
Play with keys while making music
Like Stevie Wonder
Smiling bright throughout my struggle
Like Stevie Wonder
Rich as shit, but can't see nothing
Just like Stevie Wonder
Money ain't shit
Got it all day, get it all day
Hoes y'all chase, wanna fuck me
The things you niggas brag about, ain't shit to me
I feel it's only right to say

You niggas need to get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
You niggas need to get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level

Going hard for em in the paint
Never had a real family
That nigga I call daddy
I never had a real daddy
They was already making music, I just added rap talent
Came out of prison, pursuing my dream
Now everybody mad at me
I ain't never tried to diss y'all
All I ever did was tell the truth
Pray every one of y'all artists make it
Don't or do, I still salute
Got real niggas from New Orleans
All they do is clip corners
Mad men don't make statements
You bigger than that, that's phony
Want every nigga that rap, from Louisiana to make it
Medication, that meditation, it elevating the greatness
I'm not bothered by your dissin'
You was in your feelings
Gave you niggas my all and you mistreat your nigga

Now I can't see you niggas
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Love don't live here anymore
I can't see you niggas
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Love don't live here anymore
Now I can't see you niggas
Get up on my level
Can't see you niggas
I can't see you niggas
Karma comes right back around
And you'll get what you did to me
Oh I can't see you niggas
And love don't live here anymore
I can't see you niggas
Karma comes right back around
And you'll get what you did to me
You'll get what you did to me
Karma comes right back around
And you'll get what you did to me
I can't see you niggas
What you did to me
Karma comes right back around
And you'll get what you did to me

 

[fox69]

"Go Hard"
(feat. Rico Love)

"Go Hard"
(feat. Rico Love)



Get Em

[Hook: Rico Love]
Aw man, that bitch she go hard
Put it on me I'm like "Oh Lord"
No panties, baby, no bra
Aw man, that bitch she go hard
I can see her with her clothes off
Aw man, that bitch she go hard
Beat the pussy, till' she doze off
Aw man, that bitch she go hard

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Turn on your headlights, pull in your garage
Somewhat explicit in my metaphors
On top this piano, but keys open doors
Party ammunition, naked all night long, we can go
Spin around, I been around in and out bitch I clown
How many rounds in this bound this bitch out for the count
Ain't no crying now, this ain't no crime that we committed, "hol' up wait it's boutta, can I leave it in"

[Hook: Rico Love]

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Studio she making love to my microphone (check)
Naked while caressing her she likes my cologne (yes)
Dinner and a movie who the fuck am I
That activity may fly with another type
Kissin, touchin, huggin, take our time and we ain't no rushing
When we finish I might call you later on, don't call my phone
Opposite of never go soft, Ray Nagin penetration mean I go raw

[Hook: Rico Love]

[Verse 3: Rico love]
Fuck you right, fuck you right, I fuck you right
Fucking right, I spend a hundred thousand bucks tonight
Real nigga, I got money and some good dick
Hundred million albums sold, still on that hood shit
Fuck in the phantom, even though I got a bunch of cribs
Stick and move, when it get in you make it punch your ribs
That's rico love, no picture please, this expensive dreams, and explicit screens
You get the theme

[Hook: Rico Love]

 

[fox69]

"Great Example"

"Great Example"


[Intro:]
See this nigga, ya heard me, we come up in the same section
You know I love you to death-
You know I really slang iron behind you and everythang
But you would go above and beyond for some ol' pussy ass niggas that ain't even built like me

[Chorus:]
Talked about behind my back as if I wasn't worthy
Lord knows that I ain't perfect but I sho deserve it
Family hurtin', no one on Earth pick up the slack but me
Send me somebody who won't turn their back on me

Facin' disaster, got it out the mud we made it happen
Keepin' it loyal with your niggas, I'm a great example
You lean on me, I lean on you
Gr-Great example
You kill for me, I kill for you
Gr-Great example

[Verse 1:]
Family in the state missin'
I don't celebrate Christmas
Levels, I don't like pictures
Jail, I don't do visits
You gon' leave, I'm a be in here
I'm a wanna be witcha
Leonardo won the award, I love you, you a real nigga
Ever fumble, he'll lift me
Plug don't front it I'm a rip'em
Real war, mind yo business
In the coupe, juice Bentley
I-I'm gettin' that money lil' nigga
I'm thumbin' through hundreds lil' nigga
Slept on floors, Ramen noodles
Daddy pimp hard, like them movies
I go stupid

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Used to get high but I kicked it
Shootin' dog food in my dick
Shit comin' up missin' bitch ass niggas say that I'm stealin'
Went to jail takin' my lick, betcha can't never say that I'm squealin'
Real nigga out of Memphis
If he ever need me I'm dippin'
Commissary came Christmas
Nobody sendin' me nickels
Just an old path full of dope brass on a top rap with no pictures
Adecaine on C4, late night epp out vicious
Play with' it then I'm out there
Breadwinner shit, let's get it
Woah

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Landlord Brasi man
Fast car, private plane
EDA, IDK
I'm a be fly today
Whip in the exotic
Just told lil' Fee I'm a fly away
Petey like, "Kevin you trippin'
You ain't held up, and you livin'"
I am not out here pretendin'-
I'll catch me a body mayne
Dick in lil' mama, squealin' feel like a body SPRING-
No one can save you from me
No one can save you from me

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Grinder"

"Grinder"


[Hook:]
Because I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)
I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh) [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Let the light hit on the ice
The chain keeps swinging
Love women with ass but they names keep changing
Move a lot of way
My section ain't safe
Definitely protective of any physical preference
Might forget to pray but get much respect up in heaven
Graw got a loud sound (Ugh)
Make them bow down
Blinded by the silver lining
In the grown cloud
You ain't wylin
Okay you don't bounce
You get blown blown
Tryna' frown like you won't get found
Somewhere down town
By a killer in the inner seat
And where you ride around

[Bridge / Hook:]
For a long time I been getting paper
I could never mind stepping on you haters
See I don't know what you think but they feel I'm retawdid
Know it's a name for it but I don't know what to call it

For a long time I been getting paper
I got my money right, bitch get out the way

Because I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)
I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh) [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Being the subject of the reprocution
Where they blans round
You ain't busting it ain't no discussion
You can stand down
First I tell my home boy
Point me and his bitch out
Then I let my pants sag
Then I pull my dick out
Turn my phone off
Don't want no phone calls
Too many women
They get sick me with them phone calls
It go ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
But my mind is on hustling
When I was dead broke
Weren't nobody trying to fuck with me
Now I dead game
People try to get in touch with me
Now my dreads hang
I ain't ringing in the city streets
You mad because your kids and your baby momma feeling me

[Bridge / Hook:]
For a long time I been getting paper
I could never stepping on you haters
My home boy tripping because he's an alcoholic
Know it's a name for it but I don't know what to call it

Because I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)
I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh) [x4]

For a long time I been getting paper
I could never stepping on you haters

 

[fox69]

"Hard For"

"Hard For"


Man, there ain't no sense in playin' with these niggas, man
Go in there and give 'em the business,
Flush him up
And we gon' turn up in this bitch tonight, hard for
Luca Brasi nigga

[Hook:]
It's a few wrong ways and they don't make a right
You can do both ways, ignorin' wrong and the right
New boyfriend whom she don't seem to like
Stay right here, it's him you won't see tonight
Argumentative but if she won't compromise
Women say they love but never more than the eyes
Mistakin' it for trust, starin' right in the eyes
Women say they love but never more than the eyes
You the only one that my dick could get hard for
I'm confused, what the fuck you want my heart for?
You the only one that my dick could get hard for
I've been misused, what the fuck you want my heart for?

Can you even hear me?
I've been misused, what the fuck you want my heart for?

[Girl :] But, Kevin, it's like you here but you ain't here though
[Gates:] Fuck you mean: I ain't here? I'm right here
[Girl :] You lookin' at me like you want another bitch to jump out my face
[Gates :] Well, maybe I do

Talkin' work on my phone nigga say he got them bricks
Scored a few by the two, or the ten, that's a lick
And my mama know I'm gutter and she also know I'm strapped
And she know I killed the Akeem and Keith didn't try to murder back
She know you take a shot at me, I'm a send like 30 back
Christiana and Alisha, they both keep my dirty gat
Comprehend you talkin' reckless while we on my cellular
Life is too depressin' to be stressin' on the regular

[Hook:]
It's a few wrong ways and they don't make a right
You can do both ways, ignorin' wrong and the right
New boyfriend whom she don't seem to like
Stay right here, it's him you won't see tonight
Argumentative but if she won't compromise
Women say they love but never more than the eyes
Mistakin' it for trust, starin' right in the eyes
Women say they love but never more than the eyes
You the only one that my dick could get hard for
I'm confused, what the fuck you want my heart for?
You the only one that my dick could get hard for
I've been misused, what the fuck you want my heart for?

Can you even hear me?
I've been misused, what the fuck you want my heart for?

I wanna stop hustlin', I wanna change over
Right now a nigga aim on that Range Rover
God forgive me for the brains I done blowed away
Put that on my unborn child and my throwaway
Commitment shy, I'm afraid of bein' involved
Shawty tell me she love me, I don't tell her I love her back
Niggas in the hood, I go see 'em when I can
I got niggas in jail, I go and see 'em in the can

[Hook:]
It's a few wrong ways and they don't make a right
You can do both ways, ignorin' wrong and the right
New boyfriend whom she don't seem to like
Stay right here, it's him you won't see tonight
Argumentative but if she won't compromise
Women say they love but never more than the eyes
Mistakin' it for trust, starin' right in the eyes
Women say they love but never more than the eyes
You the only one that my dick could get hard for
I'm confused, what the fuck you want my heart for?
You the only one that my dick could get hard for
I've been misused, what the fuck you want my heart for?

Can you even hear me?
I've been misused, what the fuck you want my heart for?

 

[fox69]

"Her"
(feat. OG Boobie Black)

"Her"
(feat. OG Boobie Black)



[Hook:]
That bitch there got a booty on her
Mane that's a big booty bitch, I want her
That bitch there got a booty on her
Mane that's a big booty bitch, I want her
Fine ass, with yo fine ass, yo big fine ass, fine ass, with yo fine ass, look fine ass, yo big fine ass
Let a nigga get behind that
I ain't playing witcha, swear to God [x3]
For a big bag of money I be going hard

Cuttin' up on the Hemi
Hellcat with the Hemi
Big booty with the titties
Ooh ooh you the sickest
Even got pretty nipples, the kind that make you wanna nibble
Polo drawers out of Dillard's, designer belt by the zipper
BreadWinner sweats with the slippers
Drunk man on the liquor
On the front porch with the hittas
With my engine in blowing killer
When I'm with ya bitch I won't kiss her
Mane what you mean she don't listen?
Say what you mean you don't feel it?
It probably mean your shit little

[Hook]

[Boobie Black:]
Bitch I tell the truth, only truth, that's the truth
Big fine motherfucker, yea what it do
Small waistline, when she walk that ass jumping
Bitch I ain't frontin', I just wanna fuck you
Nigga I'll fuck your whole world up buckin'
I got the .50 caliber, nigga I ain't frontin'
Same nigga from the Magnolia Project
OG Boobie Black, real nigga with respect

[Hook]