a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

kevin gates - cut her off freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yeah
it ain’t nothin’ to f-ck yo b-tch dog

[verse 1]
starin’ at me like the damsel in distress
acapulco diamonds and they dancin’ on my neck
flawless no inclusions we don’t f-ck with vvs
fall off in the club and its cardiac arrest
her cardiac arrest
maliyah dancin’ to my song
i’m a plug who make music i’m like tego calderon
still i’m bout that gangsta’ sh-t so please don’t rub me wrong
i need to see you naked with no clothes when i get home
slighty narcissistic bae so please don’t read me wrong
d-ckmatized her, d-ck amazing, and she blowing up my phone (won’t leave me alone)
b-tch i’mma k!ller
up in her cervix she screaming its murder, her face in the pillow
pulling her hair, while i nibble her ear, and i’m f-cking her slow and we all in the mirror
hold up, oh well
left the ho at the hotel
bungee jumping, my line chirping, bout’ to go and catch me a sale
(bae don’t leave) you trippin’, you can stay here or come with me
whipped up at the gas station bought a box of goodies and a digit
need sixty dollars on pump four cause the gas tank like empty
won’t play the game like 2 chainz, ain’t riding around but i’m gettin’ it
pull up at the trap, i’mma text ya phone like “i’m over here come get it”
buggati, f-cking with brittany
told her “i’m sorry” she say she forgive me
entangled in my conversation as if i’m a judas she look at me different
would we get in trouble for f-cking each other cause i use to f-ck with your sister
i heard that your p-ssy get wet as a river and possibly need some -ssistance

[bridge]
oooooooohhh it ain’t nothin’ to f-ck yo’ b-tch dog
yo’ b-tch dog
it ain’t nothin’ to f-ck yo’ b-tch dog
it ain’t nothin’ to f-ck yo’ b-tch dog
n-gga, f-ck you and yo’ big dog

[verse 2]
retawdid’, reading my aura, i’m too intelligent that why you bothered
know it’s a name but don’t know what to call it
my name is kevin but she call me awesome
south by southwest was performing in austin
ignored the bs and i ain’t bout no talkin’
can’t see you n-ggas, my clip in the carbine
don’t make me spray this b-tch like madd marvin
(b-tch what you ain’t hear me?) b-tch don’t make me spray this b-tch like mad marvin
hold up, i say i don’t get tired!
blessing in disguise, this for those no longer with us while we out here on the grind
may god be with your families while you rest up in the skies
shout out roy and ryan n-gga’ dipping through that nine
i’m loving on lil nana i met her at a second line
bread winners -ssociation, still i’m out my mind
drika booty bigger than a b-tch i grip her from behind
and can we have a threesome i know that she don’t mind
know it’s warmer than a sauna stroke her for a long time
bae told the b-tch to get here
then she got off in the b-tch ear
got to feelin’ on her, never been molested came out her clothes then we rip
we a power couple don’t trip
we a power couple that trick
bread winner escort service we’ll buy b-tch a new whip
broke hoes car break down can’t afford to get the b-tch fixed
fake bags in a air mattress can’t afford to get the sh-t fixed
plug, i’m in the socket
thought i was sleep when you went in my pocket
b-tch i caught ya’ (oh my god!)
don’t make me spray this b-tch like madd marvin

[outro]
sh-t, we ran’t out of beat
i don’t get tired
you know i’m all the way out there n-gga

- kevin gates lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS