83 Babies
Kevin Gates
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I met a bitch from Mayagüez, now we Puerto Rico Gang My Ahkna saying he worried about me But I got a lion, I don't got to kill Concrete jungle, heart of a tiger I got it from his, so go help out the bear I ate from the shoulders, I got a pair Kevin a soldier, fully prepared I'm in the Rover, I got that cash When it gets slow, I go in the stash Tell me it's on, then I'm on your ass You come at me wrong, I take out the trash Landlord, it ain't no discussion You thinking I'm bluffin', I'm doin' the dash Got me some money, recruited some dummies, Know how to do nothin' but show up and crash It ain't no cap in my rap, I really sit in the trap I'm really servin' them packs, I'm really movin' like that It ain't no cap in my rap, young nigga run up them racks And no we don't f*ck with no rats So why would we f*ck with them cats? It ain't no cap in my rap, I really sit in the trap I'm really servin' them packs, I'm really movin' like that It ain't no cap in my rap, young nigga run up them racks And no we don't f*ck with no rats So why would we f*ck with them cats? I met a bitch from Mayagüez, now we Puerto Rico Gang I said I'm arrogant as hell, but I can order up them things Yellow bitch, ass fat, black bitch, ass fatter Both them bitches bad, but the white bitch badder I asked the Lord to harden my hard, it was soft, And ended up turning it black It's up on my end, I'm droppin' a bag, You play with the kid, I'm catchin' a hat I meditated, then elevated to greatness, then I went got me a sack Straight out the hood, got me some class, Selling them squares, controlling the trap It ain't no cap in my rap, I really sit in the trap I'm really servin' them packs, I'm really movin' like that It ain't no cap in my rap, young nigga run up them racks And no we don't f*ck with no rats So why would we f*ck with them cats? It ain't no cap in my rap, I really sit in the trap I'm really servin' them packs, I'm really movin' like that It ain't no cap in my rap, young nigga run up them racks And no we don't f*ck with no rats So why would we f*ck with them cats? He make 'em believe, they cut up with cutters No raking the leaves after mowing the grass Made some mistakes, I was lame, but I got me some game Evolving and now I'm advanced Talking real slick on a hitter, in case you won't listen Ain't no one accepting the past Your bitch need to get out her feelings Won't take her to dinner, I got a lil' something to go grab Get in my business, get placed on restriction, Won't give her no dick for a month and a half Neighborhood supplier, I tend to vibe here I'ma control it, it's on the way back Pullin' that dope while I pour in a soda We smoking that odor, we blow in the air Kinda excited, she suckin' my dick while I'm driving, I'm blowin' the smoke in her hair Look I got a question, Not tryna come like off I'm thinking impaired Could you give a definitive reason Of what you was meaning by "blowing the smoke in hair" Really be blowin' the smoke in her hair, cause her head down there I lick on the tip of my finger Look how it so easily go in the hole of her ass Know when you deal with a dealer I feel you pretending, and you got potential to rat You could be up for a minute Then shit could get wicked, so you need to know how to stack I know it's best to be humble, But come at this grown one in public, then I gotta slam Reading a book in Barnes & Noble's Having some coffee, enjoying the moment Tattoo session, blockin' my schedule Checkin' my calendar if I'm performing Nebraska calling, I'm with it I step in the kitchen and give 'em a perfect performance Depends what you spending, I lower the ticket The issue delivered if you could afford it We had to trap out the trenches They come and come get it, we no longer stand on the corners Bustin' a brick in the clench and I'm still with the shit, if you want, I'm pullin' up on you Tell my Lieutenant to send it from Summer to Winter You catch a lil' more in the morning Aye, excuse me, I need to speak with my Generals With all due respect, ain't gon' be no killing without no killing I met a bitch from Mayagüez, now we Puerto Rico Gang Said I'm arrogant as hell, but I can order up them things Yellow bitch, ass fat, black bitch, ass fatter Both them bitches bad, but the white bitch badder Yellow bitch, ass fat, black bitch, ass fatter Both them bitches bad, but the white bitch badder I met from Mayagüez, now we Puerto Rico Gang Said I'm arrogant as hell, but I can order up them things I asked the Lord to harden my hard, It was soft, and ended up turning it black It's up on my end, I'm droppin' a bag You play with the kid, I'm catchin' a hat I meditated, then elevated to greatness, then I went got me a sack Straight out the hood, got me some class Selling them squares, controlling the trap I met a bitch from Mayagüez, now we Puerto Rico Gang I met a bitch from Mayagüez, now we Puerto Rico Gang I met a bitch from Mayagüez, now we Puerto Rico Gang I met a bitch from Mayagüez, now we Puerto Rico Gang
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Written by: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
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