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letra de shit - kevin gates

[intro]
yeah (oh my god, is that avery?)
out here
yeah
yeah

[chorus]
i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t
i’m a grinder, i wasn’t built to ride the bench
forgot about my problems, i got rich
i got b-tches, i got n-ggas, family members on my d-ck
who talk behind your back when you don’t wanna give ’em sh-t
i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t
lose the chance if you don’t take the risk
i don’t need no one to tell me what i’m is
i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t
b-tches gettin’ pregnant, keep you from your kids
then complain ’bout what you haven’t did
i don’t owe you b-tches sh-t

[verse 1]
presidential day-date, 18 karat plain jane
reminiscin’ times that mеals was missin’, havin’ hunger pains
remembеr when the b-tch that you was feelin’ played a bunch of games?
remember when them n-ggas lent you somethin’ and tried to stain your name?
big body benz say, “d-ck, how you holdin’ up?”
pillow talkin’ with them hoes that i don’t wanna f-ck
street n-gga, shout out to my n-ggas out in memphis
you sneak dissin’ brasi, p-ssy n-gga, you got titties
posted in atlanta, fitness center, in here workin’
gossipin’ like b-tches, you lil’ n-ggas went and got surgery
remember that last time that you ain’t wanna see no murder?
remember mac-11 kevin? dealer, yo, i’m servin’
real n-gga, what up? know i like to cut up
non-convicted felon-ass n-gga, shut the f-ck up
i sent that b-tch from jail, paid his bill and got him bossed up
villa by the water, barber givin’ me a touch-up
with the hand i’ma stand, carbon drum up on a come up
big b-tch’ll your rip stomach, probably make you cough a lung up
big b-tch here hold a hunnid, better pray this b-tch get hung up
bricks from colombia delivered on a dump truck
[chorus]
i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t
i’m a grinder, i wasn’t built to ride the bench
forgot about my problems, i got rich
i got b-tches, i got n-ggas, family members on my d-ck
who talk behind your back when you don’t wanna give ’em sh-t
i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t
lose the chance if you don’t take the risk
i don’t need no one to tell me what i’m is
i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t
b-tches gettin’ pregnant, keep you from your kids
then complain ’bout what you haven’t did
i don’t owe you b-tches sh-t

[verse 2]
thank god for uniforms, lord knows i wasn’t fresh
i used to wear my mama bongo jeans or some dirty sweats
dreaming ’bout that texture, swear to god, i want big rings
cars with the big chains, cigars with a sick dame
load of clothes in the washer, your lil’ drawers still got sh-t stains
n-gga ’round the corner puttin’ that d-ck all in your b-tch brains
how is she to blame? she just addicted to the lifestyle
pop out, drop the top, who not gon’ let me lay that pipe down?
pull her hair and hit her from the back, b-b-b-ba-yow
gotta catch a play, i cannot stay, okay, goodbye now
remember when they passed by you and laughed while you was walkin’?
god blessed you with a swag, you got that bag, look who talkin’
wham, bam, thank you, ma’am, you could scram, you’re a toadie
no one’s got a name for it, don’t know what to call it
lean by the liter, but you not a alcoholic
say you wanna grab a dub, why the f-ck you stallin’?
diamonds in my f-ckin’ t–th, i’m forever ballin’
dior slides, polo tees on an island flossin’
jim carrey, you get outta line, i got a choke ya
my name kevin and i’m home alone like macaulay culkin (kevin)
[chorus]
i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t
i’m a grinder, i wasn’t built to ride the bench
forgot about my problems, i got rich
i got b-tches, i got n-ggas, family members on my d-ck
who talk behind your back when you don’t wanna give ’em sh-t
i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t
lose the chance if you don’t take the risk
i don’t need no one to tell me what i’m is
i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t
b-tches gettin’ pregnant, keep you from your kids
then complain ’bout what you haven’t did
i don’t owe you b-tches sh-t

- kevin gates

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