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kevin gates - neva land (i'm in the h witt it) lyrics

[intro]
yeah
[?]
i really got a sp-ceship in my crib
i could get you so high you’ll never wanna land
i could get you so high you’ll never wanna land
i could take you to neverland
i could take you to neverland

[verse 1]
big boy sh-t, smokin’ gas on a oil rig
stupid smokin’ rollin’‚ big bags like a ball field
stupid loaded‚ really big strap‚ stand on all ten
she was choosin’ on the chosen one, my b-tch is all ears
listen, don’t know no talkin’‚ stressin’ right now and i’m so lost
gears been slippin’ inside the transmission
repairs expensive, just invoiced
18 wheeler can’t make the delivery
driver gon’ call you, don’t doze off
encountered some problems‚ the [?] got a [?] shoppin’
and i’m droppin’ a load off
i got a jewish lawyer, he on standby for the fun of it
in chicago, done a little time, now i’m done wit’ it
in the trenches, caught a gun charge, now it’s over wit’
all praise to allah, got it over wit’
i’ll be your bodyguard, i never wish to leave your arms
cellphone ringin’, cut the ringer off
please don’t be alarmed, love to see you naked
please don’t lead me on, i’ll be a rider for you bae

[bridge]
can we go now in the room? can we go now?
i could get you so high you’ll never wanna land
can we go now in the room? can we go now?
i could f-ck you so hard you’ll never wanna stand (huh)
i could take you to neverland
i could take you to neverland
i could take you to neverland
i could f-ck you so hard you’ll never wanna stand

[verse 2]
yes i can, yes i can, i write checks, i got bands
i got bricks on demand and i just switched on their -ss
private jets, ’bout to land, takin’ trips, comin’ back
i see the women fall out when i let ’em touch my hand
(cardiac arrest) for real
(cardiac arrest) for real
i say the women fall out when i let ’em touch my hand
actin’ bad, yes i am
in your feelings, why you mad?
get a g, drop a square
f-ck wit’ me, we could share
i’ma dog, what the h-ll?
lick your booty, ain’t no smell
your lil’ p-ssy taste like water
make it fart, i pull your hair
smack your -ss, smack, smack your -ss, your lil’ nasty -ss
in the mirror, got you takin’ back, your lil’ s-xy -ss
shawty bad, i can’t run behind you, i got too much cl-ss
shawty bad but i can’t run behind you, i got too much cl-ss
smack your -ss, smack, smack your -ss, your lil’ nasty -ss
shawty bad but i can’t run behind you, i got too much cl-ss

[outro]
cardiac arrest, we go all night long, oh yeah
and we go all night long lord
cardiac arrest, and we go all night long, lord yeah
and we go all night long lord
cardiac arrest, and we go all night long, yeah
and we go all night long, yeah
and cardiac arrest, and we go hard all night
cardiac arrest, and we go hard all night
we go hard all night
cardiac arrest, we go hard all night
we go hard all night
cardiac arrest, and we go hard all night, lord yeah
cardiac arrest, and we go hard all night lord
cardiac arrest, and we go hard all night
we go hard all night, yeah
cardiac arrest, and we go hard all night, lord yeah
and we go hard all night

- kevin gates lyrics

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