letra de grandmotha grave - kevin gates
mannequin the f-f-f-first
it’s one of them nights
i be havin’ good days
then i be havin’ days that hit me like a ton of bricks
stay focused
out the mud, makin’ runs
in a lil’ motel
my dawg, one of my favorite ones
he don’t wish me well (he don’t wish me well)
then someone else flip the coin
heads or tails? (heads or tails)
wouldn’t turn ’em onto my yea
but he gon’ kiss and tell (he gon’ kiss and tell)
but that’s a bet
made men, can’t have this excitement
fallin’, we could play around well i can’t stay ’til the light hit
three strikes then you swing around
go ahead, say goodbye love
that’s right love, thats my love
i had to be dealin’ with entities
move a lil’ differently, really be powerin’ it up
intimate dealin’ continually, givin’ me energy, she finna power me up
i took a lil’ trip with a free heart
and an open mind, changed overnight
relationships on the wrong side
left old friends on the road side
giddy up, say: woah, nah
bread winners, can’t slow down
swear i feel it in my soul, right now
spinnin’ out of control right now
prayers for innocent women and men, the way they corrupted the case
i’m makin’ plans for business, i get it again, distribute it back in the safe
they wanna hit big brotha, hit one on the run and the doc reconstructed his face
loaded, the plug with a couple of federal judges and they won’t deny me i’m gates
i had to plot to the rough age, i cried and i suffered then i elevated in rank
i know my grandmotha’ love me, i come out the gutta, i put a lil’ smile on her face
i had got tired to her sufferin’, finally recoverin’, kinda wish she woulda’ stayed
i can’t retire from hustlin’, lot of new customers, im in here grindin’ with wastes
seem like the world used to love me, now all of a sudden they got a problem with gates
i really feel like you bluffin’, that sh-t don’t mean nothin’, i know that a lot of ’em fake
i can put that in an oven, then touch of a b-tton and all of the products gon’ bake
i must be guided by somethin’, i’m kinda reluctant and i don’t got nothin’ to say
how ’bout we get off the subject? i’m already covered and i got a cut on the plate
how ’bout i do my lil’ dunkin, the junkies they love me, they way i be pumpin’ the bass
she know how i do my lil’ other, she went to crushing, the way i be cuffin’ her waist
you used to call her when i used to cut her
she comfortable, she only come for the cake
she go to gruntin’ when under the cover
i’m thrustin’ that lumber inside of her place
i used to like when your body on top of me, though we’ll never be nothin’ again
there’s not a day that go by when you look deep inside, that you know that you made a mistake
i know we’ll never be nothin’ again
that’s on my grandmotha grave
that’s on my grandmotha grave (grandmotha grave)
that’s on my grandmotha grave (abuelita)
that’s on my grandmotha grave (abuelita)
that’s on my grandmotha grave
that’s on my grandmotha grave (abuelita)
grandmotha grave
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