Kevin Gates - Shakin Back

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Shakin Back

Rippa on the beat bitch
This how I'm livin'
Two for 35 I just come out the H
Hit it with Bolivia, it look like the 'caine
 
27 ounces, three 9 pieces I'm shakin' back
My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can’t wait for that
H town, no fittin' on, we dealin' that
Rumors hit my top every minute I'm built for that
If I can pray there I can stay there I ain't scared of nothing
Your grandma stay there, you don't lay there
Boy you scared to hustle
Oh well, really yeah, name ringing bells
And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds
 
I'm pissing clean for my P.O I'ma living legend
Straight out the clink
Fuck every C.O who encounter Kevin
White people showing love
Niggas hating on me
Say they got a cake baked and they waiting on me
I went flat
Had to scratch
Women skated on me
I pray 5 times a day I had to talk to God
In Chicago going hard without a body guard
I'm in control and I'm controlling, I'm a shot caller
Couple rappers but they names I am not calling
Y’all gotta pay up that lil lease, ima lil landlord
If you don't pay up what you order, I'ma stack for it
Rubber bands
Coming in, on command
 
27 ounces, three 9 pieces I'm shaking back
My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can’t wait for that
H town, no fittin' on, we dealin' that
Rumors hit my top every minute I'm built for that
If I can pray there I can stay there I ain't scared of nothing
Your grandma stay there, you don't lay there
Boy you scared to hustle
Oh well, really yeah, name ringing bells
And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds
 
Say he just broke the seal
Can I put it back on feet
And once he run it up then he gonna put it back on me
He tell me all these things and get mad if I don't agree
Your habit stronger than your hustle
Your hustle I don't believe
In jail I run into you know I go in there like Lump
Wheezy changed form, I thought we would stay in touch
Booty hit the line when he call me I'm finna come
I’m jumping out the 'Rari he think I don't gotta gun
Whats happening nigga?
Keep you something, if not
I could take you uptown and reach you something by the spot
I'm holding shop with shop gettin' held for me
You hanging by my trap but you ain't ever sell nothing
 
27 ounces, three 9 pieces I'm shaking back
My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can’t wait for that
H town, no fittin' on, we dealin' that
Rumors hit my top every minute I'm built for that
If I can pray there I can stay there I ain't scared of nothing
Your grandma stay there, you don't lay there
Boy you scared to hustle
Oh well, really yeah, name ringing bells
And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds
 
Submitted by Taeyang on Sat, 12/01/2019 - 15:59
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