Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grandmotha Grave, artist - Kevin Gates. Date of issue: 26.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grandmotha Grave |
| Out the mud, makin' runs in a little hotel |
| My dawg, one of my favorite ones, he don’t wish me well |
| Let someone else flip the coin, heads or tails |
| Would have turned him onto my yay, but he gon' kiss and tell |
| Went disappeared, main man can’t handle the excitement |
| Fall in, we can play around, but I can’t stay till the light hit |
| Three strikes, then you swing out, go 'head say goodbye, love |
| It’s like love, it’s like love, and I love it |
| I had been dealin' with entities, move a lil' differently, really be pilin' it |
| up |
| Intimate dealin' continually, given' me energy, she finna power me up |
| I took a lil' trip with a free heart, and open mind changed overnight |
| Relationships on the wrong side, left old friends on the road side |
| Giddy up, say, whoa now, breadwinner can’t slow down |
| Swear I feel it in my soul right now, spinnin' outta control right now |
| Prayers for innocent women and men, the way they corrupted the case |
| I’m makin' plans for business, I get it again, distributed it back in the safe |
| The warrant had hit, big brother had one on the run, and the doc reconstructed |
| his face |
| Know that I’m plugged with a couple of federal judges, and they won’t deny me, |
| I’m Gates |
| I had to plow through the roughage, I cried and I suffered, then I elevated and |
| reigned |
| I know my grandmotha love me, I came out the gutter, I put a lil' smile on her |
| face |
| I had got tired of her sufferin', finally recoverin', kinda wish she would have |
| stayed |
| I can’t retire from hustlin', a lot of new customers, I’m in here grindin' with |
| weight |
| Seem like the work used to love me, now all of a sudden, they all got a problem |
| with Gates |
| I really feel like you bluffin', that shit don’t mean nothin', I know that a |
| lot of them fake |
| I could put that in oven, the touch of a button and all of the product on bake |
| I must be guided by somethin', I’m kind of reluctant, and I don’t got nothin' |
| to say |
| How 'bout we get off the subject, I’m already coveted, I got a cut on the play |
| How 'bout I do my lil' dougie, the youngins they love me, the way I be pumpin' |
| the bass |
| She know how I do my lit oven, and she went to crushin', the way I be cuffin' |
| her waist |
| We used to cuddle, when I used to cuddle, she comfortable, she only come for |
| the cake |
| She go to gruntin' when under the covers, I’m thrustin' that lumber inside of |
| her place |
| I used to like when your body on top of me, though we’ll never be nothin' again |
| It’s not a day that go by, when you look deep inside that, you know that you |
| made a mistake |
| I know we’d never be nothin' again, that’s on my grandmotha grave |
| That’s on my grandmotha grave (My grandmotha grave, real talk) |
| That’s on my grandmotha grave (Abuelita) |
| That’s on my grandmotha grave (Abuelita) |
| That’s on my grandmotha grave |
| That’s on my grandmotha grave (Abuelita) |
| Grandmotha grave |