KEVIN GATES Ask For More

Welcome to todamulhergostadeter Lyrics Sites KEVIN GATES Ask For More Lyrics, singer by KEVIN GATES

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

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?

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

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?

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KEVIN GATES Hard For

Welcome to todamulhergostadeter Lyrics Sites KEVIN GATES Hard For Lyrics, singer by KEVIN GATES

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

[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?

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

[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?

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KEVIN GATES Thought I Heard (Bread Winners’ Anthem)

Welcome to todamulhergostadeter Lyrics Sites KEVIN GATES Thought I Heard (Bread Winners’ Anthem) Lyrics, singer by KEVIN GATES

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

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

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

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

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KEVIN GATES Time For That

Welcome to todamulhergostadeter Lyrics Sites KEVIN GATES Time For That Lyrics, singer by KEVIN GATES

Do you think I’ll ever need your love more than you need me?
Show me your true colors girl, I just want to see
Cause I done had too many come around and change on me
She screamin’ please don’t waste my time
I say I totally agree
See girl I’m fine with that
I done gave my watches away, ain’t got no time for that
Askin’ where’s my heart, good luck findin’ that
How long could I see her round still think I’m timin’ that
Think I’m still timin’ that

Pretty teeth with a nice demeanor
I’m in a rush, it was nice to meet ya
Collard shirt, no elongated T’s, cheaper to be yourself
Ain’t no wrong way to be, accomplished a lot
Came from the block, ambitious in the trenches
I got a long way to reach
Sorry if I was offensive, but not at all
You got to pardon me at times, okay problem solved
When I hear the word can’t take it like a challenge
I don’t understand why the hell I can’t have it
Help me understand why the hell I can’t have it
I was blessed with a swag and I ain’t braggin’
Insecurities get covered with designer fashion
If I’m not intimidatin’ tell me why you’re bashful
If you not feelin’ what I’m sayin’, sorry for the hassle
But if you leavin’ here with me it’ll be fantastic

Do you think I’ll ever need your love more than you need me?
Show me your true colors girl, I just want to see
Cause I done had too many come around and change on me
She screamin’ please don’t waste my time
I say I totally agree
See girl I’m fine with that
I done gave my watches away, ain’t got no time for that
Askin’ where’s my heart, good luck findin’ that
How long could I see her round think I’m still timin’ that
Think I’m still timin’ that

Ain’t no relaxin’, they pillow fightin’ on the sofa
Not at all my main focus though I was hopin’
Pull your hair, kiss it soft while you bendin’ over
After that we could shower and I could hold ya
Havin’ deep conversation and now you open
Pretendin’ that I was asleep while you on the phone
Listen to you tell your girlfriend how I stroke it
Only that it was a [?] I already know it, mind blowin’
Phone rang bout to go, is you rollin’
Playin’ poker no cards, throwin’ hands exposin’
Rest in peace Soulja Slim, slow motion
Kicked out of everywhere, expulsion

Do you think I’ll ever need your love more than you need me?
Show me your true colors girl, I just want to see
Cause I done had too many come around and change on me
She screamin’ please don’t waste my time
I say I totally agree
See girl I’m fine with that
I done gave my watches away, ain’t got no time for that
Askin’ where’s my heart, good luck findin’ that
How long could I see her round think I’m still timin’ that
Think I’m still timin’ that

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KEVIN GATES La Familia

Welcome to todamulhergostadeter Lyrics Sites KEVIN GATES La Familia Lyrics, singer by KEVIN GATES

Man I swear to god I got some niggas out there in the street so loyal it don’t make no fucking sense

That my nigga I call’em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
La Familia and I put that on my momma
That my nigga I call’em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
And I put that on my momma

Real nigga in the game, I know how to maintain
Rap and hustle, sell coke, bitch says the same thang
Counting money like Shawn, big money like Dawn
Shout-out to my nigga Don Juan, gotta grip the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed coming by the acres
Look like I robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, fat bwoy say wahh gwaan
I just hit’em like whaaah
Still be going dumb
Mouth full platinum bitches asking where I’m from
Diamonds grill just like Master P my mouth be saying ughhh
16 2s 52 2s thats four bricks on a scale
And between me and you I just got out of jail
Took my lick I ain’t tell, and I know you wish you could be here

That my nigga I call’em Blacko
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
La Familia and I put that on my momma
That my nigga I call’em Blacko
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
And I put that on my momma

Real nigga in the game, streets say the same thang
And if I get caught again, I’m going to the chain gang
Not afraid to take losses, gold mouth dawg we bosses
Trying to clip, ohh its gon cost ya
You gon have to come take it off me
Whipped out in the foreign with a bad bitch named Lauren
Say she use to live in California
She don’t speak English and she foreign
Say her Ex boyfriend boring
Wanna drug dealer who important
Slanging dope dick I’m retarded
Finger licking chicken in the trap house
Know they love me in the neighborhood
I ain’t gotta hustle with the strap out
Ion care what niggas rap about, I ain’t rap about what they rap about
I’m the nigga they rap about
Murders getting reenact out
Kicking rocks in the crack drought
Up the gat I ain’t back down

That my nigga I call’em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
La Familia and I put that on my momma
That my nigga I call’em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
And I put that on my momma

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KEVIN GATES Pride

Welcome to todamulhergostadeter Lyrics Sites KEVIN GATES Pride Lyrics, singer by KEVIN GATES

I ain’t lie, know what’s happenin’ with me bae.
I’m a fucked up nigga, I ain’t gonna lie but I know that the first day I ever seen you,
the first day I been around you, I know we was in love, I know this.
You know how you feel, like fuck how it look, fuck thinkin’ about all that, I know how I feel.
You know what I’m sayin’? And my heart don’t lie to me, that’s why I follow that motherfucker like that [?] forreal

When you’re alone at night and need somebody by your side
No matter wrong or right sayin’ it’s gonna be alright
No one’ll hold you tight, no one’ll look you in your eyes
As if it ain’t okay to cry, try to be the tough guy
Think about you all the time, start to feel it backfire
No one love you like I, hope our love ain’t expire
Tryna figure out why, dyin’ on the inside
One day I’ll get over my pride

I knew I loved you when I met you, some say this don’t exist
Emotions captured, had to have you, ain’t care who you was with
At your apartment off of Siegen, had a brief disagreement
You move back to Houston, we went like three years without speakin’
I got back on drugs bad while I was stillin’ chasin’ cheddar
My heart was broke, soft and stressin’ battlin’ with my depression
On top of that my team was shittin’ on me harder than ever
Not a worry in the world whenever we was together
I flew you out to Miami, we laid up in the suites
Bathtub full of fruits while I was rubbin’ your feet
We went to Bloomingdales, I bought us matchin’ grey theory sweats
Said I ain’t want you to leave before you boarded the jet

When you’re alone at night and need somebody by your side
No matter wrong or right sayin’ it’s gonna be alright
No one’ll hold you tight, no one’ll look you in your eyes
As if it ain’t okay to cry, try to be the tough guy
Think about you all the time, start to feel it backfire
No one love you like I, hope our love ain’t expire
Tryna figure out why, dyin’ on the inside
One day I’ll get over my pride

Shoutout to Nard that’s my personal trainer
He cool with you because of you I now treat him like a stranger
Big booty Shelby I know things ain’t work with me and your sister
Best of what life has to offer love, you still my little sister
Pull up in vets, hear the engines, eight speed tiptronic transmission
Four door Porsche reminicisin’
Wishin’ you was here with me
I used to to tease you bout your feet
We would laugh and we’d giggle
And havin’ breakfast on the beach
You don’t know how much that meant to me
Holdin hands enter the mall ,public affection
When you and me don’t need no bodyguard, I’m your protector
Facetime, I can’t wait until you call me, you special
You had that problem, now that problem solved, he won’t disrespect you
Un-uhhhh, not ever

When you’re alone at night and need somebody by your side
No matter wrong or right sayin’ it’s gonna be alright
No one’ll hold you tight, no one’ll look you in your eyes
As if it ain’t okay to cry, try to be the tough guy
Think about you all the time, start to feel it backfire
No one love you like I, hope our love ain’t expire
Tryna figure out why, dyin’ on the inside
One day I’ll get over my pride

I not ever love, not ever
You know I never love, not ever
No-one respect you like
Kill someone if someone disrespect you love
I see you lookin’ at mine girl
Yeah she a fine girl
Yeah I love the way you whine girl
She from the islands she be ooh
And ain’t no lookin’ at my girl

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KEVIN GATES 2 Phones

Welcome to todamulhergostadeter Lyrics Sites KEVIN GATES 2 Phones Lyrics, singer by KEVIN GATES

Hello? What the deal? Bet

I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
Think I need two more, line bumpin? I?m ring, ring, ringin?
Countin? money while they ring, ring, ringin?
Trap jumpin’ I?m ring, ring, ringin?
I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
Think I need two more, line bumpin? I?m ring, ring, ringin?
Countin? money while they ring, ring, ringin?
Trap jumpin’ I?m ring, ring, ringin?

Button start the foreign, oh my God I’m gorgeous
I just put the key inside my pocket park
It might not get to see, this a new Ferrari
Man in the mirror, how you choose to bother
Someone said they callin’, I don’t feel like talkin’
Everything is different returned the way I bought it
Phone be interrupting me while I’m recordin’
Phone be making women feel they unimportant
Call my dog, he say it’s all the way retarded
Keep the oil cause I am not using the Foreman
Kitchen, I just finished up new performance
Hater, wish you well
I got clientele
I just got it off the scale

I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
Think I need two more, line bumpin? I?m ring, ring, ringin?
Countin? money while they ring, ring, ringin?
Trap jumpin’ I?m ring, ring, ringin?
I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
Think I need two more, line bumpin? I?m ring, ring, ringin?
Countin? money while they ring, ring, ringin?
Trap jumpin’ I?m ring, ring, ringin?

There they go again, one of my lil friends
They don’t give a damn how a nigga been
All they wanna know is what I got to give
How much did I spend? What I got to lend?
What I did and what I didn’t do for them
Brick comin’ in somewhere on the rim
Section doin’ numbers, nowhere by a gym
Rappin’ bottles spin [?] I’m supplin’ 10
Jumpin’ out a Honda, I just got it in
Askin’ what I cop, none of your concern
One day you gone learn what you tryna get
Everything on sale, goin’ out of biz
Partners up in jail, gotta feed the kids
Juggin’ round the city, you know what it is
Bread winner business, put that on the wrist

I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
Think I need two more, line bumpin? I?m ring, ring, ringin?
Countin? money while they ring, ring, ringin?
Trap jumpin’ I?m ring, ring, ringin?
I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
Think I need two more, line bumpin? I?m ring, ring, ringin?
Countin? money while they ring, ring, ringin?
Trap jumpin’ I?m ring, ring, ringin?

Ring, ring, ringin’ man
Find me balling hard
Come from grinding hard
Getting calling cards from your Barbie doll
When she round me she know I’m her bodyguard
Money callin’ for me, baby girl I’m sorry
You just side yelling you not that important
Weight, shape her, pin you to the carpet
Smell like tarter, I’mma put you in the water
Conversation cause a lot of chips
She don’t really get a lot of this
Engagin’ where I’m gazin’ at her hips
And ain’t nobody makin’ no attempts
Amazing clip, hanging, slanging dick
Maybe we can make it takin’ trips
Maybe I was thinkin’ too impatient
Phone ringing, hold up, what it is?

I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
Think I need two more, line bumpin? I?m ring, ring, ringin?
Countin? money while they ring, ring, ringin?
Trap jumpin’ I?m ring, ring, ringin?
I got two phones, one for the plug and one for the load
I got two phones, one for the bitches and one for the dough
Think I need two more, line bumpin? I?m ring, ring, ringin?
Countin? money while they ring, ring, ringin?
Trap jumpin’ I?m ring, ring, ringin?

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