Kevin Gates

[fox69]

"Off Top"

"Off Top"


[Intro:]
Ughh Ughh Let the drough burn [?]

[Verse 1:]
Bread winners at the round table look who live that fly life
Marijuana high time making show my vibe right
Chick real fine thick thighs in the lime light
Discussing aspirations only to get my mind right
This is Benz precision
This is air bag carry on aromatic suspension
Fake rappers should mention (Kevin Gates)
You fagots all gay this fake rappers convention
Reason why they like me reason they an't felling you
Believe in God not in the facade that I'm bullet proof
All you talk bout is killing an't nobody shoot at you
Fed the hood in the park Dead Game grilling stakes
Had a couple hundred grand don't know how a mill a taste
You niggas paying for a hit I get it on the love
Selling keys me and B watching out fah bloods
Side line beef keep it street get it out the mud

[Verse 2:]
Watching movies in my condo Perkins Row
I often wonder if my neighbors know I'm working blow
Responsibility acquired due to crack alley
Watching out fah back stabbers better with the mathematics
I'm in Shenanigans not a bit embarrassed
I'm the shit you niggas lame and you lake swagger
Let my dreads hang don't do alotta braging
Catch me late night lurking on a collage campus
Girls dormitory taking off designer fabrics
I been yah girl backwards on the bottom mattress
You prolly think you know yo girl but I know her best
I know her pussy got an odor she be over dressed
You notice every time she round me it's nothing to say
I rub between her crotch stick my fingers in her face
Oh I exposed one you know what's up nigga
Pick up the phone yo Foots come pick me up nigga

[Verse 3:]
(I an't never ask for it with no nigger but I dam show gone bring it believe that)
Change on my brain and every body want it
Don't be misguide body armer got a body on it
Walk up on side me nod at you and somebody on yah
Last nigga tried died hes a fucking goner
Behind somebody house on a fucking corner
I'm like dam lips you was like my lil brother
All of ya'll took you to the mall like my lil brother
NIgga choked you out put his hands on you
You was round me nigga never put his hands on you
NIgga respect me bitch I'm out here
Niggas hide in the house they don't come out here
I be telling niggas chill for they own good
Bitch ass nigga ant even safe in they own hood
I an't playing round bitch I'm spraying rounds
Shit so gangster make yah main man lay em down
Shit so gangster make yah main man lay em down
... (And that be off top)

 

[fox69]

"One Thing"

"One Thing"


[Hook:]
Baby hit this weed because it might calm you down
I rub your feet listenin' to everything you talkin' bout
Straight out the streets, I'm grimy
I talk, my diamonds shiny
Don't mean to be too aggressive baby
I go to war with God behind you
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy

No stress hit off the chest, God I made it, I'm off of paper
Certificate of completion, I felt like I graduated
Enough about that, I ain't come for that
I came to comfort pussy drippin' through your draws
What I mean it need to be punctured
I'm gutter, make love crazy back to the hustle
In the mirror makin' faces, I'm killin' ya from the back
Stuffin' dick in your slow, tryna rip the track from your scalp
Phone ring, bitch you know you can't answer
You call 'em back

I say I'm sicker than you, I got more bitches than you
And I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, they grew
I say I'm sicker than you, I got more bitches than you
And I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, they grew

[Hook:]
Baby hit this weed because it might calm you down
I rub your feet listenin' to everything you talkin' bout
Straight out the streets, I'm grimy
I talk, my diamonds shiny
Don't mean to be too aggressive baby
I go to war with God behind you
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy

Round two let's get it, cut up you know I'm with it
I'm out my mind, I don't get tired, hold up bae it ain't no quittin'
Hold the back of my head with my tongue in your ass, ain't no running ho you trippin'
Spit drippin' down the crack of your ass, watch the liquid drip all in you kitty
Show me you love me
Get on top while I'm suckin' your titties you owe me
Slow motion, you move it around while you do it
Don't nobody know how we thuggin', you know it
'Cept for the people you told me you told 'em
Except for the people you told me you told 'em

I say I'm sicker than you, I got more bitches than you
And I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, they grew
I say I'm sicker than you, I got more bitches than you
And I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, they grew

[Hook:]
Baby hit this weed because it might calm you down
I rub your feet listenin' to everything you talkin' bout
Straight out the streets, I'm grimy
I talk, my diamonds shiny
Don't mean to be too aggressive baby
I go to war with God behind you
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy

I go to war with God behind you
I go to war with God behind you
I go to war with God behind you
I go to war with God behind you

 

[fox69]

"Out The Mud"

"Out The Mud"


[Pre-Hook:]
24 hours, nigga, 7 days a week
Me, I don't get tired
I let you other niggas sleep
Turn up for that check
And yeah I get it out the streets
Hustle like I'm starving
Going hard, I gotta eat

[Hook x2:]
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah)
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips

[Verse 1:]
Turn up in 2 seconds
Get it with music and coke, what I'm stretching
Across the street under a bando
And here with your ho, could get her to go fetch it (Here boy)
On the scale, but I call her the ruler
And that's what I'm using my method to measure
Got her jumping up out of the party
My clique-ity clucking surrounding my property
I meant to say my clientickity
Numbers official retickity
Out the mud, nobody did shit for me
Arrogant often I'm bigity
All about money, like what done got into me
Breaking down bricks and we blowing good [grigity?]
Say you ain't feeling me, outta try killing me
Neighborhood love me, it's hard to get rid of me
My baby mothers are sick of me
I put that dick on 'em
Now they ridiculously saying, that when I don't come in I'm with a freak bitch
I've been chasing my paper religiously
I'm really in the street, others pretend to be
Let me get off of my grind then [?]
No one repeatedly coming and getting me out the mud
I'm the epitome

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Money coming, my money gotta flip it
I ain't waiting on nobody, I'm a go get it
I ain't tripping on a nigga, I'm a gorilla
Somebody take something from me, I'm gonna go kill 'em
Trap with my heart and I'm serving out the window
Barely balled up, with a curtain on the window
Face card worth a lot of bands in the hood
Had to leave the dice game, got a bond out [?]
Sunday coming up, pull the cars out
Look, another 20 grand, but my girl called me
Put bail, what the hell got all y'all shook
Poo hit the line in the drop
Plug went dry, had to take another route
Pulling up, getting it
I done went sickening
Drop no whip, and a nigga gon' vouch (vouch)
Another 4K just stuffed in the couch
Promise I ain't tryna swag, I just got a lot of that
Anybody try me, I'm a put 'em in a body bag
Follow that, copy that
Pounds in the garbage bag
Backed in the bank, y'all leaving after driving that
Call 'em back [x2]
Chill, no falling back
Quicker than I got it, then I done ran out of that
[?] harder than bitch, they gon want all of that

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook (x2)]

 

[fox69]

"Paid In Full Help"

"Paid In Full Help"


[Verse 1:]
Sick man grinding hard, hard to switch lanes
Aviators, 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 brain
Cause you believe anything you see on tv without going there
Seeing homeless, right around the corner
Hungry, starving, underprivileged,
needing garments but would 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 dog seeking [?]
Poker stare, I wasn't playing fair, I threw my cards in
My nigga wifed Bee, I treat her like trash
Thinking this ain't have to happen had he never made me mad

[Chorus:]
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 tryna be your next favorite rapper, that's it.
What's the point of having soldiers if you can't use em?
You know the Puerto Rican kid, be popping willies n shit,
sell a lot of coke. That's what the fuck I do, man.
Nigga know wassup. I'm tryna get paid in full.

[Verse 2:]
Bread winner street gang
Look who in the air chillin'
Flare the pistol, now the paramedic 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
[?] 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
[?] 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 it.
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 for I put that iron on yo pussy ass.
I'm out. I'm out. I'm out, thug.

 

[fox69]

"Paper Chasers"

"Paper Chasers"


I'ma let you hear that other one after I do this
I'ma let you hear the one you know the 6's and all old shit all that we don't fuck around shit
I like this shit man

[Hook:]
Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shopping sprees
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked okay I'm clockin' cheese
Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways
Had to say, each and every day we grabbin' paper
Live the hustle, probably die, gangster and etcetera
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep callin' my cellular
This the game and we know this life we gon' be alright
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper

At the Paul Inn with the Tech 9, no bandana, no gloves on
Long kiss, goodnight my nigga, but we ain't makin' no love song
This bullshit you sold me got Inisotol no soda on it
I straight dropped and lost 20 grams like what the fuck is you smokin' homie
Red Camaro, white rally stripes, gon' probably be on TV
Move wrong while the tool on, I'll put your ass on Street Beat
Repeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offender
Park the whip, lay under houses, you're moving round with the stethoscope
Arrested for [?] to teach these pussy niggas 'bout stretchin' coke
Bend the bend with the machine gun, like, "Say hello to my little friend"
Chick I met at Texaco, down here for school, not visitin'
Say it's about to get interesting, bitch say she from Michigan

[Hook]

Shipment just come in, drop work in Ponchatoula and Springfield
Extended clip, on the nine milli, a lot of hollow tips, no refill
Imagine how the fuck we feel, in the winter time no heat here
I sleep here, all my smokers beg, bum, and borrow for free beer
And we feel, you need a nigga like me in your life
Grind time it's goin' brroommm
I listen to the radio, we all fly, shawty say she all mine
Color all in the wrong lines, to the dope game I got strong ties
I've sold cocaine, this all the time
Favorite old song, entitled "White Lines"
Watch rich people snort white lines, with white wine at dinner parties
I been retarded, I leave a party
People start to leavin' like we the party
Thuggin' on, don't mention it
Pockets full of Benjamins

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Payback"
(with Kevin Gates, Future, Sage The Gemini)

"Payback"
(with Kevin Gates, Future, Sage The Gemini)



I know something you don't
That's me coming for you
You want war
We got war
We just wanna warn you

I know something you don't
That's me coming for you
You want war
We got war
We just wanna warn you

War for war
Bodies that hit the ground
You ready for us
'Cause it's bout to go down
Push 'em to the left
Push 'em to the right
Load the choppers up
Hit 'em on sight
Never turning back
I've done been to hell and back
Me, running out of guns?
No, never heard of that
I ain't never ran from a gunfight
This is you and me
Mano y Mano
You damn right

Don't act like you don't know
Know what I came for
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
You take one, I take one
You can't hide, you can't run
Too late to turn back
This is the payback

Respiratory beggin' for relief
I don't let 'em breathe
Goin' hard, I'm my own boss
Many ain't believe it
A feeling not an item
Appearing up out of thin air
Conquer everything that's in front of me
Now they under me
Rush to lead and respond
They strayed away, how a tunnel be
Took a leap of faith
Bungee cord about to give out
Nowadays whatever you say you gotta live out
Altitude have a parachute failure, we got a problem
Grow a set of wings or die when you hit the bottom
Never prayed to God, but never too late to try Him
Shots fired, Allen Iverson in the league
They say I ball hog and I'm not a part of the team
Breadwinner with these winners, built the regime
Taliban weapon in hand, kill everything
Amphetamines all for the state of a better means
I'm beautiful but known for the dope like Medellin

Don't act like you don't know
Know what I came for
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
You take one, I take one
You can't hide, you can't run
Too late to turn back
This is the payback

Don't act like you don't know
Know what I came for
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
You take one, I take one
You can't hide, you can't run
Too late to turn back
This is the payback

Dress in all black like a funeral
Murder, homicide wanna ride get residuals
Layin' on fire for residuals
365 when I grind for residuals
45 Magnum in the van wit him
Ratta tatta tat I let the blam hit them
I scream fuck the whole world and put a bomb in it
Finger on the trigger, tryna put my whole arm in it
I just want revenge, I just want revenge
We get it poppin' everyday
They took away my happiness
They try to take my head away

Don't act like you don't know
Know what I came for
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
You take one, I take one
You can't hide, you can't run
Too late to turn back
This is the payback

Don't act like you don't know
Know what I came for
Too late to turn back
This is the payback
You take one, I take one
You can't hide, you can't run
Too late to turn back
This is the payback

 

[fox69]

"Perfect Imperfection"

"Perfect Imperfection"


[Intro:]
I wear my emotions on my sleeve you know what I'm saying
I've always been like that, my whole life, man
If I fuck with you, I'm all the way out there
If I don't fuck with you
I don't mind you knowing I don't fuck with you

[Verse 1:]
Breaking down a key of coke, I ain't never seen a boat
Khaza got circumcised thinkin I'm a need a load
Boobie he a shooter hit the top of your medulla
From a scooter with a ruger I don't think he even need a scope
Attending college been a goal that I'm after
Evaded doin' life without parole wearin' shackles
I'm only fucking with what matters
A washed up rapper talking trash doesn't matter
Front windshield of the car when it shatters
My nigga brains blown out land in my lap
Told God take me, everybody blamed me
Praying till I'm prayed out won't bring him back

[Bridge:]
They say my life is amazing
Funny been a question kinda wonder how I made it
Forest Gump and I got something in common
The world treat you different when you make it

[Verse 2:]
We ain't booted off a molly, we don't do shrooms
All we do is pass gas loud, excuse who?
Twin-turbo 911 make it vroom vroom
We in all black my mechanic make the tool move
Say you sip lean, yeah, I do too
I ain't tryna hit your cup, nigga, do you
I'm Michael Jackson, I'm reincarnated
I channel this spirit like Ali the greatest
Smoking some more marijuana,
Am I medicated? Aerosmith jaded
She looked like Nala when she got on top me
I gazed in her eyes and responded
Can we go half on a baby?
Broke another fingernail scratching up my back
Navel to the ceiling when I'm pushing on her pelvis
See my tattoo of Elvis when I'm tearing up her cat,
Man she tap!

[Hook:]
I'm a perfect imperfection
My craft has been perfected
I just need affection, emotionally
I'm an introvert but it come off as aggression
No one understand me and everybody can't be slow
It's refreshing to find someone who thinks like me so I can't be wrong
I'm a perfect imperfection and I don't find interest in the radio
Sometime I get high watch the time pass by like away we go
Is it ok to cry when you're dying inside?
Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my mind from the lies

[Verse 3:]
Point the flame in my brain with the full clip
Drake said Gates do his thing he don't bullshit
All you other niggas rap about is bullshit
Hit the studio on drugs when you get all in your feelings
Look into your eyes nigga you ain't ever lived
But always talking cause the dope nigga ever had heart ache
Ever lost money learned how to cook oil based
Ever grind hard tryna pay for your lawyer?
Get him payed off and you still go to jail
And that bitch that you love don't pick up when you call her
Fuckin' with your nigga when you get out and you dog her
Going with your mood with a nigga you don't argue
Came here to die in the game I'm retarded
Know it's got a name I ain't knowing what to call it
Mama 3 way the call chopping game, me and 40
Freeman I look up to you nigga and I love you
I know you lost your parents but with me you got a brother
Malaki and Chris [?] and trap
Cousin lil quick telling me he wanna rap
Uptown Beezy and the white house administration
Get the paper had to see Tyrese in the scrap
When his seatbelt strap make it hard to lean back
Sittin' up straight in the car with the shades on
Young Seven with the jensen now my main man gone
I was doing time up in rivers when he came home
Now I'm waiting on a nigga for the get out of line
No drive by we jump out and dump where you grind
Excuse me I meant to say where you spend time
You too scared to hustle you're just wasting time
I used to play nice with Khahlil and Jaquinten
And his brother fucked with the ones whose against me
Stop making threats cause I swear I hate living
You say you don't like me well shut up or kill me
Well shut up or kill me
You say you don't like me well shut up or kill me
Bitch shut up or kill me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Plug Daughter"

"Plug Daughter"


[Intro:]
A lot of motherfuckers ain't know I was Puerto Rican
They thought I was black ya heard me
I come on the front of the Narco Trafficante I get to telling them motherfuckers "Yo mato por nada"
They like "What that mean?"
I had to tell em', that mean I kill for nothin'
BWA, Bread Winners Association
I don't get tired
You know I'm all the way out there

[Hook:]
I'm fucking with the plug daughter
I'm fucking with the plug daughter
We get road side assistance when we placing orders
Wrap the money up and then we send it 'cross the water
I'm fucking with the plug daughter
I'm fucking with the plug daughter
I'm tied in with Diego, they treat me like family
And if I ever leave her they gon' kill my family

[Verse 1:]
In the middle of the kitchen
Water-whipping me a chicken
Breakin' down a brick on a island
Granite counter top with Italian marble
No, I really meant we own a island
Duct tape and a box cutter
Took a seven out em', bout to drop somethin'
Test her with me, gotta test a piece of this recipe
When I cop somethin
(Swear to God I cook the bitch and don't jump man
I ain't buying shit)
Interesting, get rich, I'mma stay with my bitch
And legitimate dealings my name don't exist
Never flake: I get hit then I'm taking my lick
And they know that I'm solid, 13 caught a body
Don't be with nobody, I be with them bands
My people just see me, he need an advance
He know that this platinum he don't need no cash
He know that we family, I'll lend him my last
Turn up in Phantoms and turn up in Jags
We shop in designer, we changing the climate
Ball in the mall and we leaving with bags
Money no object, we fuck up the profit
Cameras is watchin', sometimes I feel like the cameras is watchin'
In love with Luca Brasi I got coke I'm in the mafia

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Posed To Be In Love"

"Posed To Be In Love"


Hoe tell me the other day "she sent a nigga to jail"
Man I thought it was legal to beat cho hoe.
Shit cho hoe, fuck.

Blowing up the phone, hope she see me calling her.
I whip up in the drive way she done packed up all my stuff.
And I'm like what the fuck, can't even talk to her
Ain't gone lie this pussy good, it make me feel like stalking her.

We supposed to be in love, we posed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
[x3:]
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We posed to be in love...

How the fuck is you, why the fuck is you falling all in ya feelings?
No understanding I'm ignorant, you gon' prolly say that I'm trippin.
Throw the left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss ya.
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no quitting.
No surrender, no retreat, park the whip, hop out on feet.
Me and her brother jug together, he bet not get in my business.
This shit serious, if you with it, shit get injured did I mention.
How I'm rockin, you gone pop me or it's back to penitentiary.

Blowing up the phone, hope she see me calling her.
I whip up in the drive way she done packed up all my stuff.
And I'm like what the fuck, (Aah! What the fuck?!) can't even talk to her
Ain't gone lie this pussy good, it make me feel like stalking her. (Turn up!)

We supposed to be in love, we posed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
[x3:]
Any way that we can talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We posed to be in love...

Hop up out the shower, you got louder, I bow bow you.
Rip the gown you, head around you.
Threw you down, smelled ya flounder. If you jizz it, dick it down, I would've toilet water drowned you.
Know my heart is pounding, I don't talk around a lot of niggas I don't know.
I don't know oh. Blowing up ya mama like "Mama we having problem."
Passing by yo house like come outside before it get violent.
Lights off, mask on, silent (shhhhhhhhhhh).

 

[fox69]

"Pourin The Syrup"

"Pourin The Syrup"


[Intro:]
I don't get tired...

[Verse 1:]
Broke another ten for the Bread Winner Brick Gang
Popping up pregnant, sIlly bitch tryna trick Gates
Start selling pussy, maybe that'll get your rent paid
Come to think about it, don't you live with your mama?
I don't give a shit when I ride 'round the bottom
Cocaine vet, pedal shifting on Highland
Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a 'Burban
I was in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe
He was doing shows, bad hoes up in [?]
I was speaking Spanish with the plug havin' convos
[?] ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit the boulevard solo
Big Right know I got soft for the low-low
In a drought, me and Nook, only ones had dope
Nigga blew my leg off for a nine-piece
Tried to grab the gun, couldn't get it, middle of the night
Had to fight for my life when you try me
Connecting this year, we'll mark my nigga
I love my nigga, I owe you one nigga
Brookstown Richard, that's my little brother
Everytime I think about him, gotta tell him that I love him
Praying to the Lord that Car came from under that charge
Free my nigga Head when I bow my head

[Hook:]
Late night, when alone, can't sleep
I got too many problems
The weight of the world on my shoulders
Pray that heaven do something about it
The chick that I'm lovin'
Wondering who is she fuckin'
The friends I got 'round me
Wonder which one of them sour
Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup
Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, bitch I'm pourin' the
Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup
Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup
Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup
Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup

[Verse 2:]
I was naive, thinking that I couldn't get hurt
Thought she was faithful, fuck her but my dick burnt
Everybody laughed when I kissed her
I can't even lie, to this day still I miss her
We was on [?]
Used to go to sleep in the pussy on an air mat
André Harris talked bad behind my back
Even though it hurted, I ain't tripping, never mind that
Me and Darrell Harris in a stolen car thugging
You get out of line, he goin' put you in a puddle
Me and Brittney Harris in the side room cuddlin'
Eat the pussy while she on the rag, like "Yummy"
My daddy nephew, kinda make him my cousin
We was having lunch at Chimes when you told me that you love me
I ain't never back down from a fight in my life
Big Yock slapped you, you went and got your cousin
Nigga shot and missed, and I came back jumping
I was 13 when I put one under
Ask my mama, go ask my brother
Go on South 12th, and go ask Big London (shoutout)
Jamison and Gary and Will know the truth
I was selling crack with the cameras on the roof
You was never that, at the plant working turnarounds (turnarounds?)
Little Steve hittin' your bitch from the back, matter fact
That's a fact, when I seen it, had to turn around
E-Dub, Dope Boy, Lil E, Big Mook
Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out
When you was on 3rd St., and ain't wanna squeeze
Pillow talking with your bitch, tryna play me like I'm weak
Now I'm coming at your girl, top nigga, no problem
You will never find out another thing about it
Come to think about it, got a coffee shop in Denver, Colorado
I'mma catch her when she visiting her mama
Ri-Ri, fine, you're old man hate me?
Can't rap like Gates, fucking up lately?
Me, you, and Dreka oughta take a vacation
We can have a threesome after waking up in Vegas
Give you 50k, fail to mention what it came with
Eat, pray, making love, see the world baby
Breadwinners swim where I'm fucking with a gangsta
You can model for my line, I can make you famous
Running from my tongue when I lick all in your anus
Intelligent the way I talk, vagina I contained it
Ever been ate, two mouths at the same time?
Ever had lips on your booty and your pussy
Got your body feeling mushy
When your water go to gushing
Brazillian wax, I don't like playing in the bushes
Pull your hair, smack it, bend back, get a whoopin'

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