Клип Kevin Gates - Die bout it
Клип Kevin Gates - Die bout it
Kevin Gates Die bout it
Kevin Gates Die bout it
Kevin Gates Die bout it
Текст Песни Kevin Gates - Die bout it
Til' the paddywagon pull up and cuff us My pants saggin', I'm double cup Southside, hustle inside, hustle outside, I don't give a fuck I might beam ya up, you won't get it up You wanna shoot dice, we could do somethin' In the club with like 30 bands, going hard til' like 2 somethin' Go live on em, hit vibes on em Niggas lie bout it, I'm fly on em My lil' niggas, on my corner, they rap too, they trap too Pull up broad day, you know the raw way With the rod play, bap-ap you Lil' Mocha said and Dearcy, Beeto and Brian just called me Uptown Beezy, lil' Jeremy nook in my brother sprite no talkin' Bring yappas out, pass by your house, December feelin' like August Pullin' up on murder street, my uncles clutchin' revolvers Hear anything about Hollis Green, you play with that, I'm gon' off ya 20 years in, rap hustlin', got in the game I'm hawkin' Audemars, I'm ballin', bitch you love, I'm doggin' Last old lady, took my feelings like Soulja Slim, no fallin' She thinking she special, paid her, told her get to stepping, retawdid'! I ain't got shit to do but cook like I was from Virginia These niggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretending My pants saggin' in this bitch, don't give a fuck who feel me And if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill me Bitch, I'mma die bout it Nigga, I'mma die bout it I'm from where niggas get it on We don't cry bout it You say a nigga disrespect you, nigga ride bout it I know some pussy niggas scared, probably hide bout it Faggot throwing water at the event at my show Catch him on the rebound I wanna see if could catch what I throw Look 20, bands, 30, bands, 40, bands, 50, bands Get 'em captured, get 'em splattered All in traffic, bout that action Yea it's, up there, up there, up there Did a, shut up, give a, fuck there We'll come up there Niggas from where I come up at Taught to up that Shoot to kill, don't discuss that Done that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Breath easy, this street sweeper go "Hree-hree!" And delete people Taking pictures all in front my car, is like dick-puller, I mean meat-beater I met your mom, you had a good life I fuck with your dawg, I don't fuck with you As soon as that nigga went to jail you start doin' shit that a busta do You don't know how to keep it street, reason why? You not a street nigga My uncle, mama, grandmother, thuggin' Grew up in the street, real street nigga Not a local rapper in your own city, boy you look disgusting You lil' ugly, black, dirty, dusty, dingy Pockets empty, mouth look like a place a toothbrush never entered Young Get 'Em! I ain't got shit to do but cook like I was from Virginia These niggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretending My pants saggin' in this bitch, don't give a fuck who feel me And if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill me Bitch, I'mma die bout it Nigga, I'mma die bout it I'm from where niggas get it on We don't cry bout it You say a nigga disrespect you, nigga ride bout it I know some pussy niggas scared, probably hide bout it Me and Stroke by myself, you know we in a black coupe thang, you heard me? Me and Stroke down there thuggin' by ourself You know we just, yeah all in that bitch, retawdid You know, nigga ain't tell us nothin', you heard me? You know every time I see that lil' bitch, he dont't move by himself He got a whole lil' entourage and shit you heard me? That's a sign of weakness You know a real 'vic will sit back, and look a nigga just like weakness I ain't takin' no diss shots at no nigga man, I'm just statin' them facts you heard me Nigga ain't kept it street, I spoke about it, nigga caught feelings like a bitch would do, you heard me? So, I just know that when you do a bitch, you just yeah Look, go do what you want to, you's a renegade ho The worst thing you can give any nigga or bitch is rejection You know hoes love attention You ain't got to have a pussy to be a ho A ho is somebody that just want attention from another man They got a lot of hoes with dicks, outchea Right now, you know me keep that thang all the way street You know I be listening at these niggas talk Mane you ain't gangsta, you ain't gutta, you ain't grimy, you ain't shinin', you ain't grindin' Look I'mma leave that there what it is Look, B.W.A Kevin Gates For President All the way retawdid'!

Pride

Castle

Thought I Heard (Bread Winner's Anthem)

The Truth

Jam

Excuse Me

Hard For

I Love It

Ask For More

Ain't Too Hard

Not The Only One

Luca Brasi 2 Intro

Really Really

Two Phones

2 Phones

La Familia

The Truth

Tomorrow

Kno One

Khaza

The Law

Flicka Da Wrist

Coco (remix)

Yayo Freestyle

Don't Get Tired

In My Feelings

Pourin The Syrup

Wild Ride

Word Around Town

Making Love

Dont Panic

Break The Bitch Down

Wassup With It

Talk On Phones

Complaining

Sit Down

Plug Daughter

Luca Brasi Intro

Thugged Out

Perfect Imperfection

John Gotti

Out The Mud

OG Bobby Johnson

Cut Her Off

Stop Lyin

Again

Wit It

Wish I Had It

Movie

Keep Fucking With Me

Can't Make This Up

Go Hard

Posed To Be In Love

Homicide

Bet I'm On It

Arm and Hammer

Amnesia

Don't Know

Type of Way

Patrick Swazy

Change On Me

Angels

Get Em

White Tan

Tiger

Thinkin With My Dick

Smiling Faces

MYB

Money Magnet

Don't Know What To Call It

Die bout it

Careful

Strokin

4 30 am

Satellites (Remix)

Counting On You

Paper Chasers

IDGAF

Neon Lights

Satellites

Just Ride

Weight

Love Sosa Freestyle

UNO

Trap Girl

Wrist To Work

Retawdid Fa Real

Make Em Believe

Далеко

Листья пуэра под кипяток

Вороны

Космос

Завтра может не наступить никогда

Обернись

Бой с тенью

Троллейбус

Для всех моих фэнов

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