- Kevin Gates Tryna Yea 歌詞
- Kevin Gates
- I knew somethin was up when they took me to Livingston jail
My bond was three-hundred thousand
Trick was up there in thirty minutes with forty bands, you heard me?
Cause I go 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
Dont know how many times I don bein sick
Dont know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spend some bread
And it aint cheatin if I wanna get some head
Im just a bread winner outchea tryna yeah
Im just a bread winner outchea 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 just took a trip to San Diego, hold up, Im goin too fast, wey
Say I drive like Puerto Rico, I belong in a drag race
Say Im fuckin on a deep throat, I dont 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 wont blame Gates, already underwent hard strain
Cover your hand at the card game
Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
We got kids, tryna makesure that they fed
I get sick, go to gettin rid of meds
Outta work, call him, hoppin outta bed
Dont know how many times I don bein sick
Dont know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spend some bread
And it aint cheatin if I wanna get some head
Im just a bread winner outchea tryna yeah
Im just a bread winner outchea 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 dont miss the last nickel
Pullin it out from the bag,
Hittin it, temperature feelin like Carol City
Energy wrong, you on your own, Im bout to go in like four minutes
I get so sick of my phone clickin, gotta deliver a whole chicken
My lifes a movie Im on glisten, visible set, they all hit
Crackers smile all around this
Bitch and I just deliver the cold shiver
Im reminiscent of those feelins
I am not runnin from no nigga
I am not fuckin with gold diggers
I got you covered, Im on business
Summer, its snowin the whole visit
Strawberry haze, dont whisper
Meanin its loud, Im outta town, not on the ground, Im in the cloud
Cause I go 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
Dont know how many times I don bein sick
Dont know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spend some bread
And it aint cheatin if I wanna get some head
Im just a bread winner outchea tryna yeah
Im just a bread winner outchea tryna yeah
Im just a bread winner outchea tryna yeah
Im just a bread winner outchea tryna yeah
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