'Kevin Gates - Tryna Yea' の歌詞

Kevin Gates Tryna Yea の歌詞

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タグ:Luca Brasi 3評価:
再生時間:3 minutes 23 seconds曲の公開日:2018
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58 minutes 29 seconds

単語数:630
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Luca Brasi 3 is the sixteenth mixtape by American hip hop recording artist Kevin Gates. It was released on September 28, 2018, via Bread Winners Association and Atlantic Records. From Wikipedia (... Show more

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Kevin Gates:

Kevin gates is a hip hop music heavyweight with hits like 2 phones really really satellites out the mud posed to be in love i dont get tired and more originally building his name on the back of classic mixtapes such as the luca brasi story stranger than fiction by any means luca brasi 2 and murder for hire ii kevins iconic catalog also includes benchmark albums like islah and im him which combine his hard hitting delivery and cinematic storytelling with an emotional honesty and veterans wisdom a multi platinum rapper singer and entrepreneur kevin continues to break new ground with each move carving out his musical legacy and redefining what it means to be an entertainment mogul... Show more

歌詞

I knew somethin' was up 'cause they took me to Livingston jail
My bond was three-hundred thousand
Drek' was up there in thirty minutes with forty bands, you heard me?

This a throw back to them niggas in the Feds
We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds
Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed
Don't know how many times I done been to Seg'
Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah

I break a brick down then I catch a cell
I come in town then I get the mail
Runnin' that fast pace, always put me in last place
I got a nigga from Champagne who wanna fuck with the campaign
I just got rid of the last thang, put the Corvette in the fast lane
I took a trip to San Diego, hold up, I'm goin' too fast, wey
Say I drive like Puerto Rico, I belong in a drag race
Say I'm fuckin' on a deep throat, I don't remember her last name
Say I stayed down, and I preyed on 'em and that when the cash came
Givin' a check to the gas man, pourin' a pint in the gas tank
Runnin', I might pull a hamstrang
I know they probably won't blame Gates, already underwent hard strain
Cover your hand at the card game

This a throw back to them niggas in the Feds
We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds
Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed
Don't know how many times I done been to Seg'
Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah

You know I painted a bad picture, I gotta do all the ass kissin'
I have been labeled a crash mission, I take her then maybe she act different
Poor now, deal wit' her ass different, pretendin' she don't miss the last nigga
Pullin' her hair from the back, hittin' it, temperature feelin' like Carol City
Energy wrong, you on your own, I'm 'bout to go in like four minutes
I get so sick of my phone clickin', gotta deliver a whole chicken
Marvel's a movie I'm on glisten, visible set, they all hit
Crack a smile around this bitch and I just deliver the cold shiver
I'm reminiscent of those feelings
I am not runnin' from no nigga
I am not fuckin' with gold diggers
I got you covered, I'm on business
Summer, it's snowin' a whole blizzard
Strawberry haze, don't whisper
Meanin' it's loud, I'm outta town, not on the ground, I'm in the cloud

This a throw back to them niggas in the Feds
We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds
Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed
Don't know how many times I done been to Seg'
Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah


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