Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Make This Up, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song By Any Means, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Bread Winners' Association
Song language: English
Can't Make This Up |
Step inside the booth |
Loosen up the tie, (I can’t make this up) |
Superman is still alive! |
(I can’t make this up) |
Retawdid-tawdid-tawdid-tawdid |
Been a movie from the start (I can’t make this up) |
Baby mama’s kids a week apart (I can’t make this up) |
Offered 30 years in the court (I can’t make this up) |
Now my whips foreign, pulling up (I can’t make this up) |
Started from the bottom with narcotics, what I’m selling |
Who thought I woulda made it from a trap with no electric |
Ooohhh, ego work my wrist with cocaina |
Made all of my haters all believers (I can’t make this up) |
Bad when it came to me being on point (Get 'em) |
What they say I should be doing I don’t |
Don’t love, don’t trust, don’t worry I won’t |
Slim waist, cute face, with a donk in the trunk |
Convicted felon for selling |
No telling my motto, no telling |
Never popped a molly but when I’m on coffee I feel as if I done just tried it |
Product of a violent environment, saw niggas go get money I had to go try it |
My grandma’s a crying, her grandson a liar, like all of this shit gotta stop |
Every time that you leave I be having these dreams about you getting locked up |
or shot |
This first bitch I love told me that was my baby but nah, I be thinking it’s not |
This bitch, well she, she fucked ten of my friends, I moved on now she saying |
she high |
Got caught, took my lick, then came home to my street, they was trying to hit |
me with 30 |
The morals I’m built on, I’ll really get killed on, it ain’t no such thing as |
me working |
Game I’m in get dirty, couldn’t make this up and that’s certain |
Been a movie from the start (I can’t make this up) |
Baby mama’s kids a week apart (I can’t make this up) |
Offered 30 years in the court (I can’t make this up) |
Now my whips foreign, pulling up (I can’t make this up) |
Started from the bottom with narcotics, what I’m selling |
Who thought I woulda made it from a trap with no electric |
Ooohhh, ego work my wrist with cocaina |
Made all of my haters all believers (I can’t make this up) |
Occupied by the hand player, Caucasian waitress named Rachel |
Saying I look like a drug dealer, you ain’t even waiting our table |
I like faces, and making faces, and Franklin faces by the cases |
This shit’s amazing, this shit’s amazing! |
(Take off) |
Do the damn thing, no champagne, for me at least a light drink (Retarded) |
Going against my better judgement, opposite of right thinking |
Cardiovascular happening, beat them chicks from the back while I’m wrapping it |
Can’t make this shit up, ain’t just rapping it |
Love a bitch who fight back while I’m stabbing it |
Dick put her out and I walk out like |
(Think cause you got a pretty face and a fine shape you can play the crime game, |
mane, BWA, mane) |
I put my stamp on it, rough how I handle it, maybe I’m passionate |
Making it hurt on the inside, maybe I’m hurt on the inside |
Dick in her stomach, this time I’m coming |
Go fuck with a sucker who think you a woman |
Been a movie from the start (I can’t make this up) |
Baby mama’s kids a week apart (I can’t make this up) |
Offered 30 years in the court (I can’t make this up) |
Now my whips foreign, pulling up (I can’t make this up) |
Started from the bottom with narcotics, what I’m selling |
Who thought I woulda made it from a trap with no electric |
Ooohhh, ego work my wrist with cocaina |
Made all of my haters all believers (I can’t make this up) |