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Kevin Gates

Kevin Jerome Gilyard, better known by his stage name Kevin Gates, is an American rapper, singer, and entrepreneur. He is currently signed to Bread Winners' Association with a partnership with Atlantic Records. more »

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I'mma let you hear that other one after I do this
I'ma gonna let you hear the one, you know
Those sixes and all of those shit that
'I don't f*ck around' shit.
I like this shit man

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 ectera
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 outchea chasin' 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 a nice (?) no soda on it
I straight dropped and lost 20 grams
Like what the f*ck is you smokin' homie?
Red Camaro, white rally stripes
Gon' probably be on TV
Move wrong while the tool on
I put your ass on Street Beat
Repeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offender
Park the whip, lay under houses
He a move around with the stethoscope
Arrested for ?
these pussy niggas 'bout stretchin' coke
Payin' the bills with a 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 interestin'
Bitch say she from Michigan

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 ectera
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 outchea chasin' paper

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 f*ck we feel
in the winter time no heat here
I sleep here
All my smokers bag, bum and barrow for free beer
And we fear
you'll meet a nigga like me in your life
Grind time it's goin' brrmmm
I listen to the radio, we on 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 songs, entitled white lines
Watch rich people snort white lines
With light wine at dinner parties
I been retarded, I leave a party
People start to leave like we the party
Thuggin' on, don't mention it
Pockets full of Benjamins

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 ectera
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 outchea chasin' paper

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