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letra de how we live - kevin gates

[intro]
(?) kevin gates (?)
i got it out the, on the muscle
on the muscle
you know the (?) where i live

[hook: kevin gates]
stay down till you come up in the game n-gg- now we action
deep disdainment for entertainment, lights, cameras, action
i could kill you with the love but that was just a fraction
tend to click out on my drugs, music is my p-ssion
change my bad habits all my partnas say i’m funny actin’
call it coordinated swag, nasty like me everybody askin’
they ain’t come up how we live, they don’t get it how we live
they ain’t come up how we live, they don’t get it how we live
[verse 1: kevin gates]
b-tches shootin’ crosses from behind the bifocals
they don’t know i caught it
b-tch i’m vicked out
d-ck game real kosher i be smokin’ on the marley
i don’t want no money n-gg- you ain’t had a friend like kevin
walk your n-gg- down, bust him up, then i went to jail n-gg- no tellin’
(?) the felon really co-sellin’
posed to be up in somebody college
dream was to meet don king
next muhammad with the boxing
i’m a muslim i don’t try to hide it (allahu akbar)
i’m a killer, i done caught a body
rap game legend, i forgot it
oh my bad, there go luca brasi
lil one dead, lil one tried to rob me
hit me leg, wrestled for the raw
oxycotton fetish for the boy
i’ma take my chances, i’m a dog
aston martin keep on gon’ off
jump the b-tch, i love you, i’m on call
industry (?) switch up on a broad
kevin gates okay, signing off

[verse 2: yung blaze]
no they don’t get it how we live
in the kitchen whip it till it’s pale
b-tch we started from the bottom
now we headed toward the hills
b-tch you know i’m bout that action
i ain’t never been with actin’
if i love you then i love you
i’ma love you with a p-ssion
brandon start changin’ my ways
how i’m thinkin’ the sh-t i be doin’ they doin’ for me
had to start changin’ my ways how i’m thinkin’
how they do it for me
all praise gotta go to god
you ain’t gotta tell me b-tch i’m raw
dope good (?) goin’ off
8 feet they goin’ for the sauce
who’s swag super duper nasty
shooters with me, everybody actin’
in the streets clenching’ on the ratchet
catch ’em broad day and let ’em have it
n-gg-s really p-ssy, i be laughin’
b-tch i’m really livin’ what i’m rappin’
n-gg-s mad, never been a factor
i could see ’em hatin’, what’s the matter?

- kevin gates

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