Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Know Better, artist - Kevin Gates. Date of issue: 04.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Know Better |
| You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I’ma get it |
| You should know better |
| Do it all for my dogs, everyday goin' hard, I’m a winner |
| You should know better |
| Used to dream about a mil |
| Now we gettin' it for real |
| Shoulda left you right there where I met you |
| You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I’ma get it |
| I’m a bread winner |
| Gettin' it in, gotta win, we not kickin' it |
| Bread winner team, we sick and we live with it |
| Whippin' machines equipped with a fridge in it |
| We the connect, we not bout to mention it |
| We with the shit, no talkin', we finish it |
| Some say I’m ignorant |
| Mecca, we touchin' September, I’m making my pilgrimage (Allahu Akbar) |
| Maybe I’m different |
| Looked at you like you were special, you not even built for this |
| UFOs in the crush Gates |
| So when it’s up niggas goin' nuts |
| Big shit tucked, toolie on clutch |
| Pockets on lump, free my nigga Lump |
| Goin' out dumb |
| Engine on run |
| Thuggin' in the slums |
| Thumbin' through the hun’s |
| Separate the ones |
| (Somebody called a riot?) |
| My daughter get the violets |
| Break bread, slidin', lay up in the Hyde |
| Room too expensive |
| Motel 6 and bitch quit trippin' |
| Niggas in feelin’s |
| Wait don’t wait, forklift liftin' |
| Brasi gon' fix the traps up, vision |
| You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I’ma get it |
| You should know better |
| Do it all for my dogs, everyday goin' hard, I’m a winner |
| You should know better |
| Used to dream about a mil |
| Now we gettin' it for real |
| Shoulda left you right there where I met you |
| You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I’ma get it |
| I’m a bread winner |
| Hey man what you talkin' bout? |
| Man just do you Gates |
| There it is |
| Dabbed in, front pockets stuffed |
| Money look like we been doin' lunges |
| Raised up in the blunt, I’m doin' crunches |
| Tattooed all over my stomach |
| Out in London talkin' to Big London |
| Stand up in they chest, okay I love you |
| Niggas hatin', wait I’m doin' numbers |
| In they feelin’s, tell 'em I say fuck 'em |
| Hold up, wait, tell 'em that I love 'em |
| We could go, we had a discussion |
| Fame tend to blind the people on the side of you like you never mean nothin' |
| Focus on brand new things |
| Tryna show my children how to hustle |
| Teach 'em how to trust one another |
| All we got is us and your mother |
| Fall down, get back up again |
| Lose it all right before you win |
| Kevin man, you messin' up your gift |
| Shit like this be hard to come again |
| Fall bad, I know I admit it |
| Real struggle, I don’t ever quit it |
| Thinkin' back when I ain’t have a cent |
| Back when I ain’t have a shit to give |
| You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I’ma get it |
| You should know better |
| Do it all for my dogs, everyday goin' hard, I’m a winner |
| You should know better |
| Used to dream about a mil |
| Now we gettin' it for real |
| Shoulda left you right there where I met you |
| You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I’ma get it |
| I’m a bread winner |
| She spoken to me bruh. |
| Yeah she spoken to me you know «I'm sorry bruh I like |
| this shit, you heard me?» |
| Shit bothered me |
| I’m a bread winner |