Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Gangsta, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Only the Generals Gon Understand, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bread Winners' Association
Song language: English
Big Gangsta |
Put the soda on it, see what it do |
Yeah, all night, all night |
A hunnid of 'em, just sold it all (Take it, cook it soft) |
Drop all on it pouring all all and all ayy |
Whatever tell nigga to bring me my pink phone, ya heard me? |
A hunnid of 'em, just sold it all |
Bitch, I’m a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love |
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all |
Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I’m talkin' love |
She wanna be my lil' baby, but I’m afraid to fall in love |
She say, «I only get excited when the pack touch down» |
Pray that we don’t don’t get indicted in the trap uptown |
Bitch, I’m a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love |
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all |
Hold up |
Gimme that money, lil' nigga, you knowin' that I’ma do right with it |
Private charter, they snortin' that tartar, I got 'em surrounded by white women |
I got 'em looking like Paris Hilton |
Each one of my teeth got a carat in it (Bling) |
Ayy, I think my plug racist (Why is that?) |
All he send is white (Let's go) |
They going dumb in the slum where I’m from |
Got a drum on a gun like a pair titties |
They say that I’m makin' a major mistake for deliverin' weight but I barely |
listen |
I got a play that I’m 'bout to go make for like 200K in a matter of minutes |
I can remember the day when the shit was a shame and I didn’t even have a penny |
Brand new apartment and we couldn’t afford no new furniture, put us a mattress |
in it |
Went broke in the mall, I was tryna keep up with a image and still had to stack |
and get it |
My daughter turned one on a Sunday, next mornin' on Monday, I had to go back to |
prison |
My woman was pregnant with Khaza, I put it in throttle and got a new pack |
delivered |
My sister was cryin', she want a new body |
I went and got her some ass delivered |
Grind independently, showin' no sympathy |
Don’t let the industry gas a nigga |
Went bought me some diamonds, I did it for Mazi |
But I never really been flashy with it |
Kickin' myself in the ass, I went and tatted the face of a snake on the back of |
my kidney |
Shit, I give any man a chance ya heard me |
But once you show me a flaw, that fall back game in full effect |
Look, you can leave your gun in the car, dick |
Luca Brasi, I’ma speak for him |
Bitch, I’m a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love |
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all |
Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I’m talkin' love |
She wanna be my lil' baby, but I’m afraid to fall in love |
She say, «I only get excited when the pack touch down» |
Pray that we don’t don’t get indicted in the trap uptown |
Bitch, I’m a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love |
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all |
These nigga showing me anger, they takin' it out on me |
Hit the booth after I hang up with Maceió Hazis |
I really fuck with dude, for real |
Disruptive behavior eluded me |
Was truly been given a taste, considered this taste for knowin' what foolish is |
O.C. |
on the road when the coca was slow |
But I still was on go, I was movin' pills |
Money discussion, ain’t asking a nigga for nothin' |
You look like a fool, for real |
Thumbin' through hunnids, attemptin' to limit consumption of drinkin', |
I’m through with this |
Caught me a head in a few attempts |
Coppin' the gat with a coolin' kit |
Depressin' as hell when you step on a scale |
God damn, I got fat, I done grew some tits |
Supposed to be a Muslim but they started judgin' me, laser removing the crucifix |
I hit Rodeo I’m not on the payroll, I shot to Laredo to do it big |
Shout out to players who movin' bricks |
Breakin' the package down, boomin' knicks |
I throw you a four-way, two for six |
Stand on the jacket, I’m too legit |
I stand in the kitchen and do the foo' |
Weigh on the digi one, two to six, scrapin' the dish |
She get her a push on a pipe and say Superman do exist |
Movin' the wrist that’s movie shit |
Ain’t moving like them, that’s goofy shit |
Caught me a blessin' 'cause I’m a perfectionist, shawty petite and her booty big |
Tell 'em it’s wonder this shit turnin' peoples into zombies and I don’t approve |
of this |
I got what you want, I deliver the fungus up under the trunk of the Honda Civic |
My partner denied me, this bitch tried to bite me, he didn’t want me to fuck |
her with 'em |
(Well, damn) |
Bitch, I’m a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love |
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all |
Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I’m talkin' love |
She wanna be my lil' baby, but I’m afraid to fall in love |
She say, «I only get excited when the pack touch down» |
Pray that we don’t don’t get indicted in the trap uptown |
Bitch, I’m a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love |
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all |