Kevin Gates – I Love It

I love it, I love it, I love it
I swear that I love it
Not to be cocky but they do it all tryna win
Middle finger right up, big smile on my face
I don’t get impressed by too much
I’m gon’ keep it real, keep it real
I love it, I love it, I love it
I swear that I love it

150 dollars for a haircut
Remember bein’ broke and I ain’t had much
Fresh kicks, no whip, hard to add up
Got on my grind, I’ma pray they have them bad luck
Balenciaga, Margielas
Bread winners set a world record
I took my team to the ‘chip
Bought us all some new whips, to the death you forever fly
Think what you want, we in the sky
Boarded a plane we know why
I’m not endorsing getting high
She like when I’m stressin’, it give me body
New coupe, matte black, peanut butter guts
Porsche truck, BM, she the runner up
You ain’t gotta say a thing when you live your dreams
Crack a smile, mess around, blind everything

I love it, I love it, I love it
I swear that I love it
Not to be cocky but they do it all tryna win
Middle finger right up, big smile on my face
I don’t get impressed by too much
I’m gon’ keep it real, keep it real
I love it, I love it, I love it
I swear that I love it

I could never let ’em turn my momma lights off
Do whatever to survive, need it right now
We the ones pretty girls used to turn down
Now I got a nigga sweatin’ all up in her mouth
And they jumpin’ through a hoop, doin’ backflips
And they say they get aroused by my accent
Interstate, go and get it, comin’ back with it
Booty club, cuttin’ up, throwin’ racks in it
Throw it back, get it
In the club turnin’ up, throw it back get it, get it, get it
Throw, throw, throw, throw it back, get it
Told my sister we okay, what you worried bout?
Kevin Gates, I’m the one you prolly heard about
Get a couple years, bounce back from the pen
I’d do it all again for my kids, they the world now
They the world now
Get a couple years, bounce back from the pen
I’d do it all again for my kids, they the world now
They the world now
I say I’m turnt up in this bitch flying right now
And I don’t know how to turn down

I love it, I love it, I love it
I swear that I love it
Not to be cocky but they do it all tryna win
Middle finger right up, big smile on my face
I don’t get impressed by too much
I’m gon’ keep it real, keep it real
I love it, I love it, I love it
I swear that I love it

Emotions on my sleeve, I can’t even lie
Copin’ with depression, I don’t even try
Not to mention bad dealings with some women
Tend to get all in my feelin’s, even contemplated suicide
Deep secret, keep it in-between you and I
Late night text message, baby you reply
You ain’t sleep yet? Baby I don’t get tired
Woulda thought I was a snorter and I hit a line
Woulda thought I was a snorter and I hit a line

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Kevin Gates lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – Ain’t Too Hard

These tats on my face don’t mean nothin’
I was locked up, that don’t mean nothin’
When you make it through the struggle it tend to mean hustle
The only one in my life to call them niggas up

I ain’t too hard to tell you how I feel
When you tat my name on, it make me know it’s real
I ain’t too hard to tell you how I feel
What you say you don’t do, you know I will
I’m just the realest that you done met
I’m just the realest that you done met
I’m just the realest that you done met
Still surprised you haven’t noticed it yet
The realest you ever met

I hustle on back page, now I got her face down
Frownin’ why she take it, she don’t like to make sounds
Bought a one way ticket, put her on the Greyhound
Workin’ our hotels right before they played out
What’s the problem? Why you not smilin’? We in the prime of our life
Supposed to be havin’ the time of our life
Excuse the misunderstandin’, sometimes you be so demandin’
Don’t like to be told what to do, difficult but we manage
Said some things I didn’t mean, caused emotional damage
I love the streets, I’m a gangster, I like to be in them daily
Your mother love me like a son but I’m not seein’ me changin’
A lot of built up frustration due to past situations

I ain’t too hard to tell you how I feel
When you tat my name on, it make me know it’s real
I ain’t too hard to tell you how I feel
What you say you don’t do, you know I will
I’m just the realest that you done met
I’m just the realest that you done met
I’m just the realest that you done met
Still surprised you haven’t noticed it yet
The realest you ever met

Turned a hooker to a housewife and people say “how?”
Million dollar vision, you just gotta stay down
Don’t get all in your feelin’s they gon’ throw your weight around
She gon’ kill herself if I leave but she know I don’t play around
Got one text in this evenin’, say she just made it in town
Wonderin’ if I could see her, got some things to figure out
I ain’t mean it, I was bluffin’, thinkin’ please don’t leave me now
Boys II Men, I’m down on bended knees listenin’ to The Weeknd
Now friends hate me sayin’ “girl look when did he get out?”
My mother left when I was young
I’m commitment shy so when feelin’s get involved I tend to run
Sometimes emotions get the best of me clearly
And I ain’t never tried to straddle no fences
But (?) come forth for a minute
And I know I seem rough
I’ve been hurt and you the only one that mean somethin’

I ain’t too hard to tell you how I feel
When you tat my name on, it make me know it’s real
I ain’t too hard to tell you how I feel
What you say you don’t do, you know I will
I’m just the realest that you done met
I’m just the realest that you done met
I’m just the realest that you done met
Still surprised you haven’t noticed it yet
The realest you ever met

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Kevin Gates lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – Told Me

Help me baby

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cup
Pray to God I wanna end it, seems I don’t believe in much

Nobody did nothin’ for me when I’m on my knuckles
Quick to tell a nigga fuck ’em, I come up from nothin’
Bad dreams, heart cold, sick of lookin’ out
(?) niggas slow to major and they lookin’ frowned
Goin’ shoppin’, buyin’ belts, even help them out
You was not real nigga, you dependin’ if your loyalty is bought
It’s sold to the highest bidder
Black bitch niggas number never reconsider
I was born a god but I finally got the picture
Couldn’t mingle with the peasants, you too good for that, you different
Smilin’ in your face, they see you stumble, they’ll kick you
Work hard, trap by myself, I don’t kick it
Turn my nose up, sick of fuckin’ with you bitches

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cup
Pray to God I wanna end it seems I don’t believe in much

Searchin’ for love in the wrong places
Now I’m givin’ up, suicide been contemplated, think I really had enough
I think I really had enough
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me

We share the same cell, help them buyin’ all these play the game well, I’m confused by the news
I don’t pick and choose
Everyday ready for death, nigga win or lose
Brains blowed out, I’m still goin’ to court
Rest in peace Gangster Reezy, I miss ya, swear to God
Marquise got murdered two weeks after we talked
That other boy pussy, he lyin’, we never fought
Scared of a nigga to God he never walked
Caught him in the chow hall round the free people
Locker full of shit, nigga I can feed people
Penitentiary rich, got phones in the line
BWA, I was strong in the mind
Drecka come and visit got richer just pow
Julio I miss you, just hit me when you get out
Free throw shot to (?) right on consignment could get him out
I don’t want to touch ’em, test somethin’ nigga, we swap it out
Bullet after bullet after bullet after bullet
Walked down out the cut stand up in your chest
Rubber band up, never seen it, I’m a skeptic
Ya’ll praise a bitch nigga but I still ain’t get it yet

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cup
Pray to God I wanna end it seems I don’t believe in much

Searchin’ for love in the wrong places
Now I’m givin’ up, suicide been contemplated, think I really had enough
I think I really had enough
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cup
Pray to God I wanna end it seems I don’t believe in much

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Kevin Gates lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – Kno One

She says I’mma dog, but it takes one to know one, alright
And I can go for hours, ain’t believe me, had to show one, alright
See I prefer the floor, not the bed
Fiendin’ for me, I can get it wet
She says I’mma dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

Let me see you drop it, throw it back
I’m bout to pin you to the carpet
Like a slur, you goin’ fast
I’m bout to make you get up off it
Couple bald head hoes, lotta long weave
Got a tall red head ho, swear she want weave
Shawty need some transportation, but she can’t afford it
How bout you ride this dick to work, but just watch where you goin’
Take my time trippin’ on her waist line
Started this at night now it’s approachin’ daylight

She says I’mma dog, but it takes one to know one, alright
And I can go for hours, ain’t believe me, had to show one, alright
See I prefer the floor, not the bed
Feedin’ from me, I can get it wet
She says I’mma dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

Don’t nobody else compare the way Gates do you
Pull your hairs, smack your ass, knock your break shoes loose
Other lames take you out shoppin’, dinner, and a movie
Suck your titty in the mirror with a finger in your booty
Top drop in a foreign, blowin’ smoke up in the heavy
My hand on your inner thigh, gently I’m caressin’
Say it make your pussy moist every time the engine revvin’
Gettin’ dressed inside designer stores, you know how we be steeping

She says I’mma dog, but it takes one to know one, alright
And I can go for hours, ain’t believe me, had to show one, alright
See I prefer the floor, not the bed
Feedin’ from me, I can get it wet
She says I’mma dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

Now before it’s over
Don’t say I didn’t warn ya
I can’t even lie girl, you the truth
Bedroom or the sofa, your legs around my shoulder
My attention, giving all of it to you

Now before it’s over
Don’t say I didn’t warn ya
I can’t even lie girl, you the truth
Bedroom or the sofa, your legs around my shoulder
My attention, giving all of it to you

She says I’mma dog, but it takes one to know one, alright
And I can go for hours, ain’t believe me, had to show one, alright
See I prefer the floor, not the bed
Feedin’ from me, I can get it wet
She says I’mma dog, but it takes one to know one, alright
Let me see you work out
Let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
Let me see you work out
Let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
Let me see you work out
Let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
Let me see you work out
Let me see you work out, I love it when you work out

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Kevin Gates lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – The Truth

You gotta think
I make a lot of music about the struggle
I don’t mind going through the struggle
This just another one, ya heard me

(Say Kevin bruh, man what the fuck I’m hearing?)
I will not be disrespected
(What’s going on out there?)

Nigga or bitch
(Damn bruh you dropped a bomb)
I know, I know, I know, I know
(Man you ain’t representing me)
Imma shake back

Man in the mirror you way out of order
Go to jail who gonna look out for your daughter
All on the news bout what happened in Florida

Posted on Worldstar a iPhone recorded
She grabbed my dick overreacted, I’m sorry
Two or three times I had already warned her

Edit that part out, I don’t Like to argue
My children go with me to every performance

Wrong you should have respect for yourself
You a queen and you wasn’t respecting yourself

Ever been disrespected, you know how it felt
You don’t have to like me go love someone else

Father forgive me I fucked up a blessing
When ever I fall you the only one to catch me

Let’s change the subject; I gave a confession
You put me back in it I bet I go extra

Wrong you should have respect for yourself

You a queen and you wasn’t respecting yourself
Ever been disrespected, you know how it felt
You don’t have to like me go love someone else

SauceLord Rich way they got me feeling
I don’t get tired, I got ten jobs
I am Zuse bumping Lito when I’m chilling
Imma Breadwinner that is my religion
I might like her picture
I’m like nigga really?
I’m like Bobby Fisher eat my competition
I’m ready to die, You gone have to kill me
With you right or wrong, Don’t believe in switching
Nasty from the shoulders watch how I switch positions
Put him in a blender my heart been December
Put him in a spitter, can’t be reassembled
I’m a real nigga, really made mistakes
Never ran away, I am not pretending
High school back when I was at McKinley
I still fuck with Scooby, shout out to lil Brittney
Stay with black guys, niggas always pickin’ on a bright nigga
I am really with it
Damn my homeboy always in his feelings
This ain’t bout him, I’m just reminiscing
He was cracking jokes, always being silly
I was doing me fuck a public image
Passionate I can be extra sometimes
Brasi turn back into Kevin sometimes
Ain’t right in the head, look back up in jail
Lord don’t let us get put back in the cell
Washing clothes in the toilet water (Damn)
Drinking out the faucet had to use your hands
Gunna on the phone “They got you looking bad”
For a punt return they gone run it back
Deal with it, Kevin stand up in they chest
This the same girl was pulling out her breast
Got them on the line tryna get a check
Remember who you are, they envy your success
Diamonds in your mouth all around your neck
Black and Hispanic the worst you could be
I think to myself they must hate Puerto Ricans
Father Moroccan my mother Boricua
Daddy a Muslim, My mother a Christian
I read from the book, a lot I don’t remember
Santeria beads Karma comes along
Now they want me gone like I’m Farrakhan
Praise you when you up; kick you when you fall
Throw you to the vultures, sniper pick you off
In a court of law brought you to the floor
All my young rappers that can fit with me
Learn from my misfortune don’t get in your feelings
Be an individual you go to prison
I just took a stand with my saggin pants
I just tell the truth like I’m Jesus Christ
Meant to say Jesus
I’m who they don’t like
Imma move around I don’t like the vibe

God up in heaven you know that I need you
To the polices just make me invisible
To all my haters just make me invincible
To the police just make me invisible
To all my haters just make me invincible
I just thank you to all my haters you make me invincible

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Kevin Gates lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – One Thing

Baby hit this weed because it might calm you down
I rub your feet listenin’ to everything you talkin’ bout
Straight out the streets, I’m grimy
I talk, my diamonds shiny
Don’t mean to be too aggressive baby
I go to war with God behind you
One thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy

No stress hit off the chest, God I made it, I’m off of paper
Certificate of completion, I felt like I graduated
Enough about that, I ain’t come for that
I came to comfort pussy drippin’ through your draws
What I mean need to be punctured
I’m gutter, make love crazy back to the hustle
In the mirror makin’ faces, I’m killin’ ya from the back
Stuffin’ dick in your slow, tryna rip the track from your scalp
Phone ring, bitch you know you can’t answer
You call ’em back

I say I’m sicker than you, I got more bitches than you
And I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, they grew
I say I’m sicker than you, I got more bitches than you
And I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, they grew

Baby hit this weed because it might calm you down
I rub your feet listenin’ to everything you talkin’ bout
Straight out the streets, I’m grimy
I talk, my diamonds shiny
Don’t mean to be too aggressive baby
I go to war with God behind you
One thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy

Round two let’s get it, cut up you know I’m with it
I’m out my mind, I don’t get tired, hold up bae it ain’t no quittin’
Hold the back of my head with my tongue in your ass, ain’t no (?) ho you trippin’
Spit drippin’ down the crack of your ass, watch the liquid drip all in you kitty
Show me you love me
Get on top while I’m suckin’ your titties you owe me
Slow motion, you move it around while you do it
Don’t nobody know how we thuggin’, you know it
‘Cept for the people you told me you told ’em
Except for the people you told me you told ’em

I say I’m sicker than you, I got more bitches than you
And I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, they grew
I say I’m sicker than you, I got more bitches than you
And I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, they grew

Baby hit this weed because it might calm you down
I rub your feet listenin’ to everything you talkin’ bout
Straight out the streets, I’m grimy
I talk, my diamonds shiny
Don’t mean to be too aggressive baby
I go to war with God behind you
One thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy
One thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy

I go to war with God behind you
I go to war with God behind you
I go to war with God behind you
I go to war with God behind you

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Kevin Gates lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – Ask For More

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
I could ask for more, I could ask for more
I could ask for more, I could ask for more
I could ask for more, I could ask for more
I could ask for more, I could 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
I could ask for more, I could ask for more
I could ask for more, I could ask for more
I could ask for more, I could ask for more
I could ask for more, I could ask for more

Some want my fetish, money countin’
Most likely need a new account
Seen and 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 beat her down
Matchin’ luggage, she gon’ need a (?)
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 (?) 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, (?) 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
And for me the mark, 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
I could ask for more, I could ask for more
I could ask for more, I could ask for more
I could ask for more, I could ask for more
I could ask for more, I could ask for more

IslahKevin Gates

Islah

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Kevin Gates lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – Hard For

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

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 (?) ain’t 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

There’s a few 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

There’s a few 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 lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – Thought I Heard (Bread Winners’ Anthem)

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 a 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 lawyer 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 work and sell block
Me and (?) with the 30 round Glock
Breadwinner run 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
Ce-loo 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

(?), do the (?), watch that gold yellow
Margielas, bumpin’ gold yellow with a cold (?)

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 lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – Time For That

Do you think I’ll ever need you 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 you 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 then 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 you 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 lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – La Familia

Man I swear to god I got some niggas out there in Shreveport so loyal it just don’t

make no fucking sense
Thats 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 say the same thang
Countin money like Shawn, big money like Don
Shout-out to my nigga Don Juan, gotta grip the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed coming by the Acre look like i robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, BAD BWOY say WAHH GWAAN
I just hit’em like waaah
Still be going dumb
Mouth full platinum bitches asking where I’m from
Diamonds just like Master P my mouth be saying UGHHH

16 2 52s 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 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, 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
Tryna clip who its gon cost ya
You gon have to come take it off me
Whipped down in a 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 retawdid.
Finger lickin 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 aint rappin what they rap about
I’m the nigga niggas rap about
Murders getting reenact out
Kicking rocks in the crack drought

Up the gat and 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 lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – Pride

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 set up I know this.
You know how you know, 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 out there, don’t even care who you was with
At your apartment office (?) 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’ batter with my digression
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 (?) engine, they speed tiptronic transmission
(?) Porsche reminicisin’
Wishin’ you was here with me
I used to to teach 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

(?) 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
(?)

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 lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – Really Really

Diamonds really diamonds
And I’m shining bright ‘cause I’m really grindin’
They ask me if I’m real, I say “is you serious?”
My daughter gon’ love this bitch here

All my diamonds shine ‘cause they really diamonds
Bad bitches in line, they be really trying
They ask me if I’m high, I say “really really”
Got money on my mind, I say “really really”
I look like I been ballin’ ‘cause I’m really ballin’
I won’t apologize, I’m not really sorry
They ask me if I’m lying, I say “really really”
I’m really out my mind, I say “really really”
Really really

Make ’em believe, I made ’em believe
A lyrical song writer and he can sing
Bringing in money like raking in leaves
I was just trying to get paper to sneeze
Achoo, that was a blessing
She special to you, I don’t look at her special
Actually, I treat her regular
Not being seen, we not making no spectacle
Gates had her first then he gave her to Kevin
All the above we do all the et cetera
Scared of the feds, had to switch up my cellular
He talking reckless, don’t call me back ever
Passing thru Gardere to holler at Glover
Shout out to Black, shout out to Cedric
Grey Monte Carlo, cocaine 911
Just hollered at Trav, I’m like the Reverend
My section ridiculous, watch where you steppin’
Pockets on indigent, can’t be too careful
Steve like ’em tall and when they yellow
Working in college, fresh with low mileage
I like ’em black, pretty white teeth
Body unique, booty on fleek
Jhené Aiko, chewing her cheeks
Groceries, please, you know that was me

All my diamonds shine ‘cause they really diamonds
Bad bitches in line, they be really trying
They ask me if I’m high, I say “really really”
Got money on my mind, I say “really really”
I look like I been ballin’ ‘cause I’m really ballin’
I won’t apologize, I’m not really sorry
They ask me if I’m lying, I say “really really”
I’m really out my mind, I say “really really”
Really really

Diving be treacherous (Swim)
Pray to God that don’t nobody mess with us (Him)
Keep it strong in case anyone testing us
Right or wrong, if it’s this, you don’t mess with it
When yo bitch over here I don’t mess with her
No detective work, I don’t be questioning
Where she been, trying to read all of her messages
I don’t speak on no man that’s irregular
Take her phone disconnectin’ her cellular
What you need that for undressin’ her?
What you need that for caressin’ her?
Spreading her legs ’bout to pleasure her
Pulling her hair from the back, go to pressin’ her
Trying to see who tap first, made a bet with her
Relationship flaking, no eczema
She catching feelings, she say we inseparable
Oyster Perpetual, it’s not a replica
Mustang GT in the streets smoking vegetables
Trunk in the front, do it make me a elephant?
I really really put syrup in my beverages
Shopping in Beverly, check out my etiquette
Loving my swag, women tailor keep checking it
Carats they glisten in all of my necklaces
Feeling myself, really thought it was evident

All my diamonds shine ‘cause they really diamonds
Bad bitches in line, they be really trying
They ask me if I’m high, I say “really really”
Got money on my mind, I say “really really”
I look like I been ballin’ ‘cause I’m really ballin’
I won’t apologize, I’m not really sorry
They ask me if I’m lying, I say “really really”
I’m really out my mind, I say “really really”
Really really

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Kevin Gates lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – Not The Only One

Let me out

Say you love me, yeah
Say you love me, yeah
I know that I’m not the only one
Struggles I done overcome

I killed that nigga for my dog and now he owe me one

Labor a brick layer slangin’ weight
Fell in love, made a new mistake
Baby momma arguin’, askin’ where was I
Instead of asking “how we do today?”
Breakin’ through the safety pin with solid ye
I most likely blew through 28
Women shady, how come I ain’t choose to hate?
Loyal to ’em how come I ain’t see the plate?
Couldn’t see no wrong in people tryna help ’em
Wanna see my youngin’s really eatin’
Gold tinted blocks glisten for no reason
One bedroom apartment watchin’ killer season
Had my share, funny tell you a lil secret
People that you love and they not sharin’ nothin’
See you pockets ugly, won’t reach out for nothin’
I can’t wait to catch you bitches out in public
Flyin out the mouth, fuck your bitch in front you
Okay too aggressive, other women love it
I don’t kiss and tell, lot of artists wonder
Caught the broad, punch her longer in the stomach
Went from rugged, took some losses, money doubled

Toilet bowl, think it’s shittin’ on ’em, fuck it

Playin’ chance and the bishop on the muscle
You would never love me like my daughter love me

I can’t be the one you love
And I can’t be the one you love
Struggles I overcome
Killed that nigga for my dog and now he owe me one
Say you love me, yeah
Say you love me, yeah

I know that I’m not the only one
Say you love me, yeah

Say you love me, yeah
Say you love me, yeah
I know that I’m not the only one

Actors got stripes they ain’t never earned
Not a freak for fame, rather wait my turn
Say he tell it, tell it put him in the dirt
Fuck his family members, they can wear his shirt
Every rapper talkin’ cookin’ dope
Flippity flip, break-break your wrist
I desire I would be alone, no attention if it’s ignorance
To say it frankly, I don’t give a shit
Breathin’ hard, come on say what’s in your thoughts
Somethin’ on your mind, I could take it off
Money mean nothin’, I want my respect
Different focus on tatted on my flesh
Hoes in my clothes, underarms smellin’
Million man march this ain’t Malcolm X
Where I’m fair receivin’ government assistance
Get up out the bed, spend up on a check

How you don’t know that, you ain’t never gagged
What you mean by ye, talkin’ sellin’ crack
I’m a fluid (?) Montana

Thinking going back and peddle where
(?)
Renegade hoes settin’ up the hoes
Junkies usin’ H, it’s a better feel

I can’t be the one you love
And I can’t be the one you love

Struggles I overcome
Killed that nigga for my dog and now he owe me one
Say you love me, yeah
Say you love me, yeah

I know that I’m not the only one
Say you love me, yeah
Say you love me, yeah
Say you love me, yeah
I know that I’m not the only one

Ain’t been havin’ no dreams
Don’t be gettin’ no sleep
How can someone call me those things
They don’t even know me
I lost everything I love and we could go
Loyalty which probably mean the most
Heart played on every time I gave
Makin’ me afraid of being close
Big dog, mouth full of gold
Big loud, ounce getting rolled
We died out 20 shows
Radio stop playin’ songs
I ain’t really feel like I was wrong
Southside finest get it on
Right back grindin’, teeth grittin’
Ship sinkin’, cry about it? No
Catch ’em with the lyrics on a whim
The one who spoke the laws I am him
Started out, we wanted us some ends
Late night discussion of a Benz
Late night we fussin’ bout the rent
Eviction notice posted, I ain’t notice
Focused tryna get another flip
Wasn’t makin’ half of what I spent
(?) passenger, we lit
I just got one more but that’s a lick
Conversation with the boss man, look
We was talkin’ signin’ him again
Women wanna clown in front they friends
Like you was not respectin’ what it is
Listen when I tell you what it is
To be around you signin’ a consent
You know I just got married to your friend
I done threw a ring around the dick
Diamonds dancin’ every time I spit
Had to throw some bling up on a bitch
Self made stand up guy
God first, hands to the sky
All I do is ride nigga, yeah
I don’t even argue about the break
The money that you owe me, you can have
I can’t even see me gettin’ mad

I can’t even see me goin’ backwards
Know you wanna see me on my ass
Cuttin’ up with Dreka fine ass
Swagger matchin’, where’d you find that?
I just rode a (?) with mad ass

Please me let me enjoy the ride back
Please me let me enjoy the ride back
Could you please me let me enjoy the ride back?
I just rode a (?) with mad ass
Cuttin’ up with Dreka fine ass
Swagger matchin’, where’d you find that?
See I live my life like you know I’m gonna enjoy this bitch cause you never know when this gon’ be over. I can’t be the one you love

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Kevin Gates lyrics
Album: Islah

Kevin Gates – 2 Phones

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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Kevin Gates lyrics
Album: Islah