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Kevin Gates – Back In Blood (Freestyle) Lyrics

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[Intro]

(Be the B chain, nigga)

So I’ma be honest

(Lil’ bitty bitch)

I don’t know how to count bars

Yeah, BreadWinner, [?] lil’ bitty bitch, [?]

I used to count to sell bars

Huh

Brasi

(We can get messy around here)

(Alumni)

[Verse]

I can’t pop no bottles in this bitch, why we celebratin’?

I’m who all my partners go against, everybody changing

Ain’t no sense in tryna tone it down, they already hate me

I ain’t in nobody paperwork, I ain’t making statements (Uh-huh)

Been a soldier, been on solo missions, I’m already gangsta (I’m already gangsta)

Wrecked the Lambo, son to hear that Brasi, I wasn’t ‘posed to make it (I wasn’t ‘posed to make it)

In your feelings ‘causе I fucked your wife, controllin’ her with Lamba

In hеr throat, she [?] on that pipe, I throw it in her tonsils

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I hit her with that motorbike and she not unresponsive

Legs behind her head and the dick go in her stomach

She just told lil’ Kevin that she feel it in her tummy

Her nigga keep security with him, she know he not thuggin’

That lil’ body you ain’t catch, you just shot that bitch and ran

Brasi, all the opps we stain, hit that bitch until it jam

I’m in popular demand, cryptocurrency and bands

I know real niggas who trapped, I know real niggas who scammed


Asian can’t see in Seattle, we gon’ thumb through that by hand

Private jet with Jada Washington, developing a strain

Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans

Bitch I’m mafia material, could never take the stand

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This lil’ bopper she do miracles, now watch her move that ass

Out the plane, let out the parachute, and then went got a bag

I’m like Puerto Rico Johnny with them bricks, I’m driving fast

I was on the phone with Draco out in ClayCo doing a dash

Nigga play with me ’bout Mazi, I’ma spin around and crash

Shit I’ll grab you all in traffic, put that package on your fam

Diamond tennis bracelets fit my pedigree, they make my wrists glisten

Amphetamines don’t get the best of me, I get to thinkin’ different

I say lil’ bitch

[Refrain]

Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans

Bitch I’m mafia material, could never take the stand

Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans

Bitch I’m mafia material, could never take the stand

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This lil’ bopper she do miracles, now watch her wop that ass

Out the plane, let out the parachute, and then went got a bag

[Outro]

And then went got a bag (Got a bag)

And then went got a bag (Got a bag)

Sayin’, and then went got a bag

Bitch I’m mafia material, could never take the stand (Take the stand, take the stand)

Then went got a bag (Then went got a bag)


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