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kevin gates - yes lawd lyrics

[intro]
who?
ayy, say, d+ck, who you talkin’ to?
ayy, b+tch, i’d dive all across the top of your sh+t, b+tch

[verse 1]
i can’t never go to jail ’cause i’m diplomatic with status
m&m’s been comin’ in like they press and print at the factory (ooh)
used to be sackin’ sacks of the grass in between my classes (i did)
tryna stretch a bag of bag ’cause my fingertips done got ashy (sh+t)
you can stuff the corners with cabbage and burn the tips of the plastic
saran wrappin’ zips in the kitchen, making a sandwich
carolina street, i’m active, i’m posted, controllin’ traffic
trap dreamin’, lean, i’m pourin’ while wheelin’ foreigns on campus (vroom)
how could life be boring? got foreign sh+t on my mattress (ooh)
camels on my farm, my children play with alpacas
relationships get torn in case you’ve been misinformed (uh)
once upon a time, my self+esteem wasn’t on (uh)
fat women i would charm, drop d+ck on ’em, whip they cars (woo)
hide the pack inside they homes, in they names, activate phones (h+llo?)
straight up, i got strong, bless the child who hold his own
b+o+n, big ol’ n+gga, talk to me, you watch your tone
pockets was out of pocket, but nowadays i’ve been clockin’ (uh+huh)
garage like enterprises, it’s safe to say i got options
relationship had a heartbreak, nowadays a big driver (woo)
took myself out, went shoppin’ and then i forgot about it (i did)
everything in perspective, i know i’m special, got power (woo)
anybody in my presence respectin’ how i be rockin’
any attitude, the uber, maneuver you from around me
i don’t need n0body, please leave me just how you found me (for real)
tan sweats and white tees how i be when i’m lounging
your b+tch kinda like me, keep away ‘fore i pound her (boom, boom)
watch her add the icing, on the stove baking brownies
i could break a brick down, turn a b+tch into ounces
watchin’ on the camera, trappin’ inside of houses (yeah)
safety pin a nick down, trappin’ from off the couches (for real)
watch how i put my wrist down, jumpin’ back, got it bouncin’ (huh?)
shawty gettin’ d+cked down, plot but receiving caution (what?)
[chorus]
yeah, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes (what up?)
y+y+yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes (what up?)
y+y+yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord (what up?)
yes, lord, yes, y+y+yes, lord, yes (what up? what up? what up?)
yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes (what up?)
y+y+yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes (what up?)
y+y+yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord (what up?)
yes, lord, yes, y+y+yes, lord, yes (what up? what up? what up?)

[verse 2]
beaucoup rubber band getter, only rapping what i live out (yeah)
nina transgender on my hip, she got her d+ck out
not into superstition, i don’t listen what i hear ’bout (for what?)
they talkin’ in subliminal, she tryna make me cl!ck out
pull up by your chick house, turn it to a cl!ck house
catch you at the club, punch it out and whip the stick out
god, protect me from my friends, i know he tryna get me smashed
throwin’ crosses bad behind my back, he tryna bust my ass
necklace glisten, hustled hard for this, i had to bust my ass
hurt to tell my children what they uncle tryna do they dad
presenting outside business to my b+tch, he tryna hurt my swag
never thought this sh+t’d get like this, i’m ’bout to work my bag
skrrtin’ jags, test+driving teslas, purchase shirts from saks
birkin bags, that was just a purse i got a worthless ex (yeah)
for certain that, not tryna let me f+ck then what you smirkin’ at?
disperse from that, k!llers burstin’ straps, they heard our murder raps
servin’ crack with addicts and police is out here lurkin’ at (woo, woo)
slow beef’ll show, the rabbit always lose, i think the turtle fast (zoom)
bale, i love the smell, use your head, i’m ’bout to catch a sale
n+ggas know i’m yeah with the yeah, you could check the belt (ding)
section where they pump rocks, rifle with the bump stock
brand new box of baking soda, shakin’ all the clumps out
chastisin’ gremlins with the glizzy with the switch on him
brasi handlin’ business, now it’s women tryna kiss on him
but back when he wasn’t havin’, looked at him like he had sh+t on him
diamonds go to dancing, would you look at all that sh+t on him?
i be out in public moving solo with that poker face (ooh)
say he want my head, b+tch, it ain’t difficult to notice gates
he know he ain’t that, so he go places where he know it’s safe
i run up a tab then go blow a bunch of racks away
i go on the ave then go throw a bunch of slabs away
junkies on my ass, caught a blast, all they know is gates
(god)
[chorus]
yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes
y+y+yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes
y+y+yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord
yes, lord, yes, y+y+yes, lord, yes
yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes
y+y+yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes
y+y+yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord, yes, lord
yes, lord, yes, y+y+yes, lord, yes

- kevin gates lyrics

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