Lirik Lagu Die Bout It - Kevin Gates
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Til' the paddywagon pull up and cuff usMy pants saggin', I'm double cupSouthside, hustle inside, hustle outside, I don't give a fuckI might beam ya up, you won't get it upYou wanna shoot dice, we could do somethin'In the club with like 30 bands, going hard til' like 2 somethin'Go live on em, hit vibes on emNiggas lie bout it, I'm fly on emMy lil' niggas, on my corner, they rap too, they trap tooPull up broad day, you know the raw wayWith the rod play, bap-ap youLil' Mocha said and Dearcy, Beeto and Brian just called meUptown Beezy, lil' Jeremy nook in my brother sprite no talkin'Bring yappas out, pass by your house, December feelin' like AugustPullin' up on murder street, my uncles clutchin' revolversHear anything about Hollis Green, you play with that, I'm gon' off ya20 years in, rap hustlin', got in the game I'm hawkin'Audemars, I'm ballin', bitch you love, I'm doggin'Last old lady, took my feelings like Soulja Slim, no fallin'She thinking she special, paid her, told her get to stepping, retawdid'!
I ain't got shit to do but cook like I was from VirginiaThese niggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretendingMy pants saggin' in this bitch, don't give a fuck who feel meAnd if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill meBitch, I'mma die bout itNigga, I'mma die bout itI'm from where niggas get it onWe don't cry bout itYou say a nigga disrespect you, nigga ride bout itI know some pussy niggas scared, probably hide bout it
Faggot throwing water at the event at my showCatch him on the rebound I wanna see if could catch what I throwLook 20, bands, 30, bands, 40, bands, 50, bandsGet 'em captured, get 'em splatteredAll in traffic, bout that actionYea it's, up there, up there, up thereDid a, shut up, give a, fuck thereWe'll come up thereNiggas from where I come up atTaught to up thatShoot to kill, don't discuss thatDone that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck thatBreath easy, this street sweeper go Hree-hree!And delete peopleTaking pictures all in front my car, is like dick-puller, I mean meat-beaterI met your mom, you had a good lifeI fuck with your dawg, I don't fuck with youAs soon as that nigga went to jail you start doin' shit that a busta doYou don't know how to keep it street, reason why?You not a street niggaMy uncle, mama, grandmother, thuggin'Grew up in the street, real street niggaNot a local rapper in your own city, boy you look disgustingYou lil' ugly, black, dirty, dusty, dingyPockets empty, mouth look like a place a toothbrush never enteredYoung Get 'Em!
I ain't got shit to do but cook like I was from VirginiaThese niggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretendingMy pants saggin' in this bitch, don't give a fuck who feel meAnd if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill meBitch, I'mma die bout itNigga, I'mma die bout itI'm from where niggas get it onWe don't cry bout itYou say a nigga disrespect you, nigga ride bout itI know some pussy niggas scared, probably hide bout it
Me and Stroke by myself, you know we in a black coupe thang, you heard me?Me and Stroke down there thuggin' by ourselfYou know we just, yeah all in that bitch, retawdidYou know, nigga ain't tell us nothin', you heard me?You know every time I see that lil' bitch, he dont't move by himselfHe got a whole lil' entourage and shit you heard me?That's a sign of weaknessYou know a real 'vic will sit back, and look a nigga just like weaknessI ain't takin' no diss shots at no nigga man, I'm just statin' them facts you heard meNigga ain't kept it street, I spoke about it, nigga caught feelings like a bitch would do, you heard me?So, I just know that when you do a bitch, you just yeahLook, go do what you want to, you's a renegade hoThe worst thing you can give any nigga or bitch is rejectionYou know hoes love attentionYou ain't got to have a pussy to be a hoA ho is somebody that just want attention from another manThey got a lot of hoes with dicks, outcheaRight now, you know me keep that thang all the way streetYou know I be listening at these niggas talkMane you ain't gangsta, you ain't gutta, you ain't grimy, you ain't shinin', you ain't grindin'Look I'mma leave that there what it isLook, B.W.AKevin Gates For PresidentAll the way retawdid'!
I ain't got shit to do but cook like I was from VirginiaThese niggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretendingMy pants saggin' in this bitch, don't give a fuck who feel meAnd if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill meBitch, I'mma die bout itNigga, I'mma die bout itI'm from where niggas get it onWe don't cry bout itYou say a nigga disrespect you, nigga ride bout itI know some pussy niggas scared, probably hide bout it
Faggot throwing water at the event at my showCatch him on the rebound I wanna see if could catch what I throwLook 20, bands, 30, bands, 40, bands, 50, bandsGet 'em captured, get 'em splatteredAll in traffic, bout that actionYea it's, up there, up there, up thereDid a, shut up, give a, fuck thereWe'll come up thereNiggas from where I come up atTaught to up thatShoot to kill, don't discuss thatDone that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck thatBreath easy, this street sweeper go Hree-hree!And delete peopleTaking pictures all in front my car, is like dick-puller, I mean meat-beaterI met your mom, you had a good lifeI fuck with your dawg, I don't fuck with youAs soon as that nigga went to jail you start doin' shit that a busta doYou don't know how to keep it street, reason why?You not a street niggaMy uncle, mama, grandmother, thuggin'Grew up in the street, real street niggaNot a local rapper in your own city, boy you look disgustingYou lil' ugly, black, dirty, dusty, dingyPockets empty, mouth look like a place a toothbrush never enteredYoung Get 'Em!
I ain't got shit to do but cook like I was from VirginiaThese niggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretendingMy pants saggin' in this bitch, don't give a fuck who feel meAnd if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill meBitch, I'mma die bout itNigga, I'mma die bout itI'm from where niggas get it onWe don't cry bout itYou say a nigga disrespect you, nigga ride bout itI know some pussy niggas scared, probably hide bout it
Me and Stroke by myself, you know we in a black coupe thang, you heard me?Me and Stroke down there thuggin' by ourselfYou know we just, yeah all in that bitch, retawdidYou know, nigga ain't tell us nothin', you heard me?You know every time I see that lil' bitch, he dont't move by himselfHe got a whole lil' entourage and shit you heard me?That's a sign of weaknessYou know a real 'vic will sit back, and look a nigga just like weaknessI ain't takin' no diss shots at no nigga man, I'm just statin' them facts you heard meNigga ain't kept it street, I spoke about it, nigga caught feelings like a bitch would do, you heard me?So, I just know that when you do a bitch, you just yeahLook, go do what you want to, you's a renegade hoThe worst thing you can give any nigga or bitch is rejectionYou know hoes love attentionYou ain't got to have a pussy to be a hoA ho is somebody that just want attention from another manThey got a lot of hoes with dicks, outcheaRight now, you know me keep that thang all the way streetYou know I be listening at these niggas talkMane you ain't gangsta, you ain't gutta, you ain't grimy, you ain't shinin', you ain't grindin'Look I'mma leave that there what it isLook, B.W.AKevin Gates For PresidentAll the way retawdid'!
