KEVIN GATES Jam

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It was cool, and he’d get back on the phone and say Bernie I got somethin’ I want you to hear. And what you do players, is you get the phone and you hold it up to the speakers and you let Luther do your talkin’ for you. And Luther break it down like…

[Hook – Trey Songz (Jamie Foxx):]
Ridin’ around in my whip, listenin’ into my shit
She want to hear track six, he told me that’s her (jam)
Baby girl said I got the title, got a nigga feelin’ like Michael
Jackson, Jordan, don’t matter to me they both (jam)
I’m all in her head, she’s all in my bed
I’m locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don’t (jam)
I’m all in-between, that’s all that she needs
Her body rockin’, nobody stoppin’, this song is probably on (jam)

[Verse 1 – Kevin Gates (Jamie Foxx):]
Listen all you like
Tattoos showin’ out the shower in the mirror, go to clickin’ on the lights
And this ain’t what you like (jam)
I can lay you on your back then I hit you with the pound game
Pin you down so you can’t run, in and out game
Hit you from the back, probably get you with the mouth game
Ain’t nobody business, this is our thing (jam)
Spit all in-between both cheeks, now I spread ’em
Bet the neighbors know my name when you keep sayin’ Kevin
Hands behind, I’ma stand behind you
Pullin’ on your hair, lot of ass behind you (jam)
Got me sayin’, ooh keep goin’ with your moves
Candles by the bed, God damn this a movie
Stuffin’ you with dick while my finger in your booty
Hit you with the Ruger, the bitch don’t (jam)

[Verse 2 – Kevin Gates (Jamie Foxx):]
Bad, but I won’t push it
Never break flower but she won’t quit lookin’
Look at her dress, look at her thighs
No draws underneath, with the slits in the side
Squintin’ my eyes, locked in with the notion
If she squint back, bet I’m approachin’
Playin’ my song, slow dancin’ to Strokin’
Track number seven, told me it was her (jam)
Do you kiss with your friend? Oh you roll with your friends?
Start the car and I get in, we rollin’
Let the leaf hit the green, we smokin’
Slow motion coupe just floatin’
Kissin’ on her finger with my hand on her breast
Tongue doin’ circles round the ring of her nipple
Would you mind on repeat but she might be trippin’
Really, not really, sayin’ it was her (jam)

[Bridge – Ty Dolla $ign:]
Hit her right like Nikon do
Stays back on W
I’ma show her what this pipe game do
I’ma hit her till the sky turn blue
And I’ma jam on it, jam on it
Jam on it, jam on it
I’ma jam on it, jam on it, jam on it
I’ma jam on it, jam on it, jam on it

KEVIN GATES I Love It

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[Hook:]
I love it, I love it, I love it
I swear that I love it
Not to be cocky but they do it all tryna win
Middle finger right up, big smile on my face
I don’t get impressed by too much
I’m gon’ keep it real, keep it real
I love it, I love it, I love it
I swear that I love it

150 dollars for a haircut
Remember bein’ broke and I ain’t had much
Fresh kicks, no whip, hard to add up
Got on my grind, I’ma pray they have them bad luck
Balenciaga, Margielas
Bread winners set a world record
I took my team to the ‘chip
Bought us all some new whips, to the death you forever fly
Think what you want, we in the sky
Boarded a plane we know why
I’m not endorsing getting high
She like when I’m stressin’, it give me body
New coupe, matte black, peanut butter guts
Porsche truck, BM, she the runner up
You ain’t gotta say a thing when you live your dreams
Crack a smile, mess around, blind everything

I could never let ’em turn my momma lights off
Do whatever to survive, need it right now
We the ones pretty girls used to turn down
Now I got a nigga sweatin’ all up in her mouth
And they jumpin’ through a hoop, doin’ backflips
And they say they get aroused by my accent
Interstate, go and get it, comin’ back with it
Booty club, cuttin’ up, throwin’ racks in it
Throw it back, get it
In the club turnin’ up, throw it back get it, get it, get it
Throw, throw, throw, throw it back, get it
Told my sister we okay, what you worried bout?
Kevin Gates, I’m the one you prolly heard about
Get a couple years, bounce back from the pen
I’d do it all again for my kids, they the world now
They the world now
Get a couple years, bounce back from the pen
I’d do it all again for my kids, they the world now
They the world now
I say I’m turnt up in this bitch (?) right now
And I don’t know how to turn down

Emotions on my sleeve, I can’t even lie
Copin’ with depression, I don’t even try
Not to mention bad denim with some women
Tend to get all in my feelin’s, even contemplated suicide
Deep secret, keep it in-between you and I
Late night text message, baby you reply
You ain’t sleep yet? Baby I don’t get tired
Who would have thought I was a snorter and I hit a line
Who would have thought I was a snorter and I hit a line

KEVIN GATES Ain’t Too Hard

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These tats on my face don’t mean nothin’
I was locked up, that don’t mean nothin’
When you make it through the struggle it tend to mean hustle
The only one in my life that kinda mean something

[Hook:]
I ain’t too hard to tell you how I feel
When you tat my name on, it make me know it’s real
I ain’t too hard to tell you how I feel
What you say you don’t do, girl you know I will
I’m just the realest that you done met
I’m just the realest that you done met
I’m just the realest that you done met
Still surprised you haven’t noticed it yet
The realest you ever met

I hustle on backpage, now I got her face down
Frownin’ why she take it, she don’t like to make sounds
Bought a one way ticket, put her on the Greyhound
Workin’ our hotels right before they played out
What’s the problem? Why you not smilin’? We in the prime of our life
Supposed to be havin’ the time of our life
Excuse the misunderstandin’, sometimes you be so demandin’
Don’t like to be told what to do, difficult but we manage
Said some things I didn’t mean, caused emotional damage
I love the streets, I’m a gangster, I like to be in them daily
Your mother love me like a son but I’m not seein’ me changin’
A lot of built up frustration due to past situations

Turned a hooker to a housewife and people say how?
Million dollar vision, you just gotta stay down
Don’t get all in your feelin’s they gon’ throw your weight around
She gon’ kill herself if I leave but she know I don’t play around
Got one text in this evenin’, say she just made it in town
Wonderin’ if I could see her, got some things to figure out
I ain’t mean it, I was bluffin’, thinkin’ please don’t leave me now
Boys II Men, I’m down on bended knees listenin’ to The Weeknd
Now friends hate me sayin’ girl look when did he get out?
My mother left when I was young
I’m commitment shy so when feelin’s get involved I tend to run
Sometimes emotions get the best of me clearly
And I ain’t never tried to straddle no fences
Been back and forth for a minute
And I know I seem rough
I’ve been hurt and you the only one that mean somethin’

KEVIN GATES Told Me

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Help me baby

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cup
Pray to God I wanna end it, seems I don’t believe in much

Nobody did nothin’ for me when I?m on my knuckles
Quick to tell a nigga fuck ’em, I come up from nothin’
Bad dreams, heart cold, sick of lookin’ out
Best niggas slow to major and they lookin’ frowned
Goin’ shoppin’, buyin’ belts, even help them out
You was not real nigga, you dependin’ if your loyalty is bought
It’s sold to the highest bidder
Black bitch niggas number never reconsider
I was born a god but I finally got the picture
Couldn’t mingle with the peasants, you too good for that, you different
Smilin’ in your face, they see you stumble, they’ll kick you
Work hard, trap by myself, I don’t kick it
Turn my nose up, sick of fuckin’ with you bitches

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cup
Pray to God I wanna end it seems I don’t believe in much

Searchin’ for love in the wrong places
Now I’m givin’ up, suicide been contemplated, think I really had enough
I think I really had enough
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me

We share the same cell, help them buyin’ all these play the game well, I’m confused by the news
I don’t pick and choose
Everyday ready for death, nigga win or lose
Brains blowed out, I’m still goin’ to court
Rest in peace Gangster Reezy, I miss ya, swear to God
Marquise got murdered two weeks after we talked
That other boy pussy, he lyin’, we never fought
Scared of a nigga to God he never walked
Caught him in the chow hall round the free people
Locker full of shit, nigga I can feed people
Penitentiary rich, got phones in the line
BWA, I was strong in the mind
Drecka come and visit got richer just pow
Julio I miss you, just hit me when you get out
Free throw shot to [?] right on consignment could get him out
I don’t want to touch ’em, test somethin’ nigga, we swap it out
Bullet after bullet after bullet after bullet
Walked down out the cut stand up in your chest
Rubber band up, never seen it, I’m a skeptic
Ya’ll praise a bitch nigga but I still ain’t get it yet

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cup
Pray to God I wanna end it seems I don’t believe in much

KEVIN GATES Kno One

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She says I’m a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright
And I can go for hours, ain’t believe me, had to show one, alright
See I prefer the floor, not the bed
Fiendin’ for me, I can get it wet
She says I’m a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

Let me see you drop it, throw it back
I’m bout to pin you to the carpet
Like a slur, you goin’ fast
I’m bout to make you get up off it
Couple bald head hoes, lotta long weave
Got a tall red head ho, swear she want weave
Shawty need some transportation, but she can’t afford it
How bout you ride this dick to work, but just watch where you goin’
Take my time trippin’ on her waist line
Started this at night now it’s approachin’ daylight

She says I’m a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright
And I can go for hours, ain’t believe me, had to show one, alright
See I prefer the floor, not the bed
Feedin’ from me, I can get it wet
She says I’m a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

Don’t nobody else compare the way Gates do you
Pull your hairs, smack your ass, knock your break shoes loose
Other lames take you out shoppin’, dinner, and a movie
Suck your titty in the mirror with a finger in your booty
Top drop in a foreign, blowin’ smoke up in the heavy
My hand on your inner thigh, gently I’m caressin’
Say it make your pussy moist every time the engine revvin’
Gettin’ dressed inside designer stores, you know how we be steeping
(I don’t get tired)

[x2:]
Now before it’s over
Don’t say I didn’t warn ya
I can’t even lie girl, you the truth
Bedroom or the sofa, your legs around my shoulder
My attention, giving all of it to you

Let me see you work out
Let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
Let me see you work out
Let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
Let me see you work out
Let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
Let me see you work out
Let me see you work out, I love it when you work out

Who dis is?

KEVIN GATES The Truth

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You gotta think
I make a lot of music about the struggle
I don’t mind going through the struggle
This just another one, ya heard me
(Say Kevin bruh, man what the fuck I’m hearing?)
I will not be disrespected
(What’s going on out there?)
Nigga or bitch
(Damn bruh you dropped the ball)
I know, I know, I know, I know
(Man you ain’t representing me)
Imma shake back

[Verse 1:]
Man in the mirror you way out of order
Go to jail who gonna look out for your daughter
All on the news bout what happened in Florida
Posted on Worldstar a iPhone recorded
She grabbed my dick overreacted, I’m sorry
Two or three times I had already warned her
Edit that part out, I don’t Like to argue
My children go with me to every performance

[Interlude:]
Wrong you should have respect for yourself
You a queen and you wasn’t respecting yourself
Ever been disrespected, you know how it felt
You don’t have to like me go love someone else

[Verse 2:]
Father forgive me I fucked up a blessing
When ever I fall you the only one to catch me
Let’s change the subject I gave a confession
You put me back in it I bet I go extra

[Verse 3:]
SauceLord Rich way they got me feeling
I don’t get tired, I got ten jobs
I am Zuse bumping Lito when I’m chilling
Imma Breadwinner that is my religion
Don’t comment on twitter let you know I meant it
I might like her picture
I’m like nigga really?
I’m like Bobby Fisher eat my competition
I’m ready to die, You gone have to kill me
With you right or wrong, Don’t believe in switching
Nasty from the shoulders watch how I switch positions
Put him in a blender my heart been December
Put him in a spitter, can’t be reassembled
I’m a real nigga, really made mistakes
Never ran away, I am not pretending
High school back when I was at McKinley
I still fuck with Scooby, shout out to lil Brittney
Stay with black guys, niggas always pickin’ on a bright nigga
I am really with it
Damn my homeboy always in his feelings
This ain’t bout him, I’m just reminiscing
He was cracking jokes, always being silly
I was doing me fuck a public image
Passionate I can be extra sometimes
Brasi turn back into Kevin sometimes
Ain’t right in the head, look back up in jail
Lord don’t let us get put back in the cell
Washing clothes in the toilet water (Damn)
Drinking out the faucet had to use your hands
Gunna on the phone They got you looking bad
For a punt return they gone run it back
Deal with it, Kevin stand up in they chest
This the same girl was pulling out her breast
Got them on the line tryna get a check
Remember who you are, they envy your success
Diamonds in your mouth all around your neck
Black and Hispanic the worst you could be
I think to myself they must hate Puerto Ricans
Father Moroccan my mother Boricua
Daddy a Muslim, My mother a Christian
I read from the book, a lot I don’t remember
Santeria beads Karma comes along
Now they want me gone like I’m Farrakhan
Praise you when you up kick you when you fall
Throw you to the vultures, sniper pick you off
In a court of law brought you to the floor
All my young rappers that can fit with me
Learn from my misfortune don’t get in your feelings
Be an individual you go to prison
I just took a stand with my saggin pants
I just tell the truth like I’m Jesus Christ
Meant to say Jesus
I’m who they don’t like
Imma move around I don’t like the vibe

God up in heaven you know that I need you
To the polices just make me invisible
To all my haters just make me invincible
To the police just make me invisible
To all my haters just make me invincible
I just thank you to all my haters you make me invincible

KEVIN GATES One Thing

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[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 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

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 [?] 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 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

KEVIN GATES Ask For More

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I mean, I’m really, this how I’m livin’, you know what I’m sayin’
Just tell ’em live it up

Hundred thousand what you mean?
Money hangin’ out my jeans
Double cups stay on lean
Bad women all on me
Bright lights all I see
Bright lights all on me
Bright lights all I see
Bright lights all I see
How could I ask for more? How could I ask for more?
How could I ask for more? How could I ask for more?
How could I ask for more? How could I ask for more?
How could I ask for more? How could I ask for more?

I’m rockin’ designer, relax and reclinin’
Back of the Audi and I got a pilot
Watch me, I’m flyin’
Flyin’ so high
The fuck do you mean pussy nigga? Don’t ruin my vibe
I’m not comin’ down, got my feet off the ground
Elevated my sound, don’t hate on me now
This loud got me lost in the clouds
I’m rollin’ up another right now
I wonder would she ride for me?
Was she only down if I wasn’t free?
If I gotta go then I gotta leave
She can hold the bands and the keys

Some want my fetish, money countin’
Most likely need a new account
Seen her blew a thousand
I just wanna graduate, she can move from round me
On my head, think he had a bounty
Call me country, flyest in your county
Call me ugly, I just D’d her down
Matchin’ luggage, she gon’ need a gown
Packin’ up and ain’t no need to frown
Dice game, roll on the floor
This a gamble you ain’t gotta answer
Moment I was broke you were gold
Benz coupe bet game over
Long wheel base Range Rover
No tint, still ain’t seein’ me
CLS, AMG machine
Red wine sippin’, blowin’ limbs
Planted seeds, now we growin’ M’s
Camouflage thermal jama set
On the phone choppin’ it with vets
Big booty come and watch a movie
Nah my nigga I ain’t wrap her yet
Somebody at my door, I gotta check
Eff with me tomorrow, that’s a bet

KEVIN GATES Hard For

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Man there ain’t no sense in playin’ with these niggas man
Go in there and give ’em the business, Flushimo
And we gon’ turn up in this bitch tonight, hard for
Luca Brasi nigga

[Hook:]
It’s a few wrong ways and they don’t make a right
You can do both ways, ignorin’ wrong and the right
New boyfriend whom she don’t seem to like
Stay right here, you won’t see the night
Argumentative but say she want compromise
Women say they love but never more than the eyes
Mistakin’ it for trust, starin’ right in the eyes
Women say they love but never more than the eyes
You the only one that my dick could get hard for
I’m confused, what the fuck you want my heart for?
You the only one that my dick could get hard for
I’ve been misused, what the fuck you want my heart for?

Can you even hear me?
I’ve been misused, what the fuck you want my heart for?

Girl – But Kevin it’s you here but you ain’t here though
Gates – What the fuck you mean? I ain’t here, I’m right here
Girl -You lookin’ at me like you want another bitch to jump at my face
Gates – Well maybe I do

Talkin’ work on my phone nigga say he got them bricks
Scored a few by the two, or the ten, that’s a lick
And my momma know I’m gutter and she also know I’m strapped
And she know I killed the [?] and keep them try to murder back
She know you take a shot at me, I’ma send like 30 back
Christiana and Alisha, they both keep my dirty gat
Comprehend you talkin’ reckless while we on my cellular
Life is too depressin’ to be stressin’ on the regular

Can you even hear me?
I’ve been misused, what the fuck you want my heart for?

I wanna stop hustlin’, I wanna change over
Right now a nigga aim on that Range Rover
God forgive for the brains I done blowed away
Put that on my unborn child and my throwaway
Commitment shy, I’m afraid of bein’ involved
Shawty tell me she love me, I don’t tell her I love her back
Niggas in the hood, I go see ’em when I can
I got niggas in jail, I go and see ’em in the can

Can you even hear me?
I’ve been misused, what the fuck you want my heart for?

KEVIN GATES Thought I Heard (Bread Winners’ Anthem)

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Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
Thought I heard somebody say they wanna break one
Thought I heard somebody say they wanna break one

Me and my lil ho, we be out in public
Catchin’ feelin’s, I be fuckin’ ho without the rubber
Kick a bitch ass, go to jail, beat up her brother
Disrespect me, I’ma die, that’s just how I’m comin’
Shots fired, they playin’, they just might hit me
Mic check, smash the gas, let the light catch ’em
Catch you with your clique and do somethin’ bad
Talkin’ shit that you was talkin’ on the ‘Gram
My momma taught me how to not be loyal to a woman
They gon’ let your loyal partner rip when you not lookin’
Success is nothin’, I’m thuggin’, I’m goin’ out my mind
When shawty brought that pressure you was scared to go outside
Talkin’ bout me bad to Ciana but it’s obvious
Cause I’m gettin’ cash like Ciana, buyin’ property
I’m the truth, chosen one, couple niggas said it
Why you mad at Kevin Gates? Ain’t you gettin’ paper

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
Got it out the mud and I got it hard
All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
Got it out the mud and I got it hard
All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

Show my ass, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance
Show my ass, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance
Show my ass, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance
Show my ass, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance

Lookin’ mark at me, that fraud, I’m bout to step on somethin’
Got a house full of puppies, better not step on nothin’
Where these niggas was when I used to sell rocks?
Shoutout everybody in the working cell block
Me and Molly with the 30 round Glock
Breadwinner Ron party rockin’ non-stop
Say you sorry, go let God forgive you, I don’t hear ya
Note to self, them niggas ain’t really fuckin’ witcha
Note to self, them niggas been gettin’ comfortable
Rap your ass off when you tired, that shit’ll humble you
I don’t get tired, when you tired it come from under you
Jump by, jump on songs, do what a grinder do
Cocaine in the streets, MC Hammer
Bumpin’ the Steven Carol with the black bandana
C-Loc nigga, concentration camp anthem
Sippy you get jacked, kidnapped, held up for ransom

Jay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux Yella
Margielas, bumpin’ gold yellow with a cold Stella