I mean, I want talk some shit, I mean I mean, what the fuck a nigga thought? This is just a preview! Gates Corner to corner they flooded with H Hit the corner sto' backwoods and antropo Money order 2 stamps and a envelope Commissary in prison, they money low Jumpin' and dodgin' the fence like I'm Mario Camera belt buckle these rats catchin' audio Runnin' the money up workin' no cardio Left out of Boston and visited Denver We had a threesome but we don't remember Res from the grigy still stuck to my fingertips Twistin' the stink stimulated my mental Sls 550 matching interior while at the red light I stay lookin' serious Want to question me I don't know nothing 'bout shit in kentucky I'm dealin' with Benjamin Elephant whippin' the trunk in the front But I still cannot figure out where the ignition is While at the airport I'm being surrounded I'm thinkin of flyin in private All in the bathroom with my flight attendant Ho why is yo hand in my privates? Might lose ya, keep up if ya can Bam bam thank you ma'am imma scram They be lying they sellin' no sand drops Drop soft, it get hard you can't break it by hand Come here foo, make it bounce like spalding Make it bounce, make it bounce like spalding Make it bounce like spalding She got a Bread Winner, and she say that he retawdid.
You can't say man I fuck with Gates then say something negative in the same sentence Man that don't even go together ol' bitch ass nigga But you don't know that that ain't real A nigga never taught you that ain't real Look at all my interviews i never speak on no nigga yah heard me Penitentiary rules in effect ol' pussy ass nigga Get the embed code Kevin Gates - Pain In My Eyes Album Lyrics1.
She want a Bread Winner, street nigga who retawdid Street nigga who retawdid, street nigga who retawdid Baking soda, I got baking soda Baking soda, I got baking soda Purse with the Yola, she straight outta Tampa I love her, her skin look like soda, meant to say cola Turn up with my youngin, he think I don't luv him, I know it Like to get loaded, fuck it, drop off a brick to Lil Mocha Let 'em get weed, shit, I ain't gon lie prolly rollin' and smokin' Opposite soda, 40 ounces I'm droppin a 4 in a cola My lil partners, they likin' em Xans Break cal off a coffin syringe??? Yayo FreestyleKevin Gates Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.