| Yeah
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| It ain’t nothin' to fuck yo bitch dog
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| Starin' at me like the damsel in distress
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| Acapulco diamonds and they dancin' on my neck
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| Flawless no inclusions we don’t fuck with VVS
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| Fall off in the club and its cardiac arrest
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| Her cardiac arrest
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| Maliyah dancin' to my song
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| I’m a plug who make music I’m like Tego Calderon
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| Still I’m bout that gangsta' shit so please don’t rub me wrong
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| I need to see you naked with no clothes when I get home
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| Slighty narcissistic bae so please don’t read me wrong
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| Dickmatized her, dick amazing, and she blowing up my phone (won't leave me
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| alone)
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| Bitch I’mma killer
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| Up in her cervix she screaming its murder, her face in the pillow
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| Pulling her hair, while I nibble her ear, and I’m fucking her slow and we all
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| in the mirror
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| Hold up, Oh well
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| Left the ho at the hotel
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| Bungee jumping, my line chirping, bout' to go and catch me a sale
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| (Bae don’t leave) You trippin', you can stay here or come with me
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| Whipped up at the gas station bought a box of Goodies and a digit
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| Need sixty dollars on pump four cause the gas tank like empty
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| Won’t play the game like 2 Chainz, ain’t riding around but I’m gettin' it
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| Pull up at the trap, I’mma text ya phone like «I'm over here come get it»
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| Buggati, fucking with Brittany
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| Told her «I'm sorry» she say she forgive me
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| Entangled in my conversation as if I’m a Judas she look at me different
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| Would we get in trouble for fucking each other cause I use to fuck with your
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| sister
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| I heard that your pussy get wet as a river and possibly need some assistance
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| Oooooooohhh it ain’t nothin' to fuck yo' bitch dog
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| Yo' bitch dog
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| It ain’t nothin' to fuck yo' bitch dog
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| It ain’t nothin' to fuck yo' bitch dog
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| Nigga, fuck you and yo' big dog
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| Retawdid', reading my aura, I’m too intelligent that why you bothered
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| Know it’s a name but don’t know what to call it
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| My name is Kevin but she call me awesome
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| South by Southwest was performing in Austin
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| Ignored the BS and I ain’t bout no talkin'
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| Can’t see you niggas, my clip in the carbine
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| Don’t make me spray this bitch like Madd Marvin
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| (Bitch what you ain’t hear me?) Bitch don’t make me spray this bitch like Mad
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| Marvin
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| Hold up, I say I don’t get tired!
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| Blessing in disguise, this for those no longer with us while we out here on the
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| grind
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| May God be with your families while you rest up in the skies
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| Shout out Roy and Ryan nigga' dipping through that nine
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| I’m loving on Lil NaNa I met her at a Second Line
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| Bread Winners Association, still I’m out my mind
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| Drika booty bigger than a bitch I grip her from behind
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| And can we have a threesome I know that she don’t mind
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| Know it’s warmer than a sauna stroke her for a long time
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| Bae told the bitch to get here
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| Then she got off in the bitch ear
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| Got to feelin' on her, never been molested came out her clothes then we rip
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| We a power couple don’t trip
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| We a power couple that trick
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| Bread Winner escort service we’ll buy bitch a new whip
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| Broke hoes car break down can’t afford to get the bitch fixed
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| Fake bags in a air mattress can’t afford to get the shit fixed
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| Plug, I’m in the socket
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| Thought I was sleep when you went in my pocket
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| Bitch I caught ya' (Oh my God!)
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| Don’t make me spray this bitch like Madd Marvin
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| Shit, we ran’t out of beat
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| I don’t get tired
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| You know I’m all the way out there nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BBO Brains Blown Out , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Make Em Believe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп