| Who?
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| Ayy, say, dick, who you talkin' to?
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| Ayy, bitch, I’d dive all across the top of your shit, bitch
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| I can’t never go to jail 'cause I’m diplomatic with status
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| M&M's been comin' in like they press and print at the factory (Ooh)
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| Used to be sackin' sacks of the grass in between my classes (I did)
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| Tryna stretch a bag of bag 'cause my fingertips done got ashy (Shit)
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| You can stuff the corners with cabbage and burn the tips of the plastic
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| Saran wrappin' zips in the kitchen, making a sandwich
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| Carolina Street, I’m active, I’m posted, controllin' traffic
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| Trap dreamin', lean, I’m pourin' while wheelin' foreigns on c&us (Vroom)
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| How could life be boring? |
| Got foreign shit on my mattress (Ooh)
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| Cameras on my farm, my children play with alpacas
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| Relationships get torn in case you’ve been misinformed (Uh)
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| Once upon a time, my self-esteem wasn’t on (Uh)
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| Fat women I would charm, drop dick on 'em, whip they cars (Woo)
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| Hide the pack inside they homes, in they names, activate phones (Hello?)
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| Straight up, I got strong, bless the child who hold his own
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| B-O-N, big ol' nigga, talk to me, you watch your tone
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| Pockets was out of pocket, but nowadays I’ve been clockin' (Uh-huh)
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| Garage like Enterprises, it’s safe to say I got options
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| Relationship had a heartbreak, nowadays a big driver (Woo)
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| Took myself out, went shoppin' and then I forgot about it (I did)
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| Everything in perspective, I know I’m special, got power (Woo)
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| Anybody in my presence respectin' how I be rockin'
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| Any attitude, the Uber, maneuver you from around me
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| I don’t need nobody, please leave me just how you found me (For real)
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| Tan sweats and white tees how I be when I’m lounging
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| Your bitch kinda like me, keep away 'fore I pound her (Boom, boom)
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| Watch her add the icing, on the stove baking brownies
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| I could break a brick down, turn a bitch into ounces
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| Watchin' on the camera, trappin' inside of houses (Yeah)
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| Safe to pin a nick down, trappin' from off the couches (For real)
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| Watch how I put my wrist down, jumpin' back, got it bouncin' (Huh?)
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| Shawty gettin' dicked down, plot but receiving caution (What?)
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| Yeah, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes (What up?)
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| Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes (What up?)
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| Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord (What up?)
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| Yes, Lord, yes, y-y-yes, Lord, yes (What up? What up? What up?)
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| Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes (What up?)
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| Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes (What up?)
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| Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord (What up?)
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| Yes, Lord, yes, y-y-yes, Lord, yes (What up? What up? What up?)
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| Beaucoup rubber band getter, only rapping what I live out (Yeah)
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| Me and a transgender on my hip, she got her dick out
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| Not into superstition, I don’t listen what I hear 'bout (For what?)
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| They talkin' in subliminal, she tryna make me click out
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| Pull up by your chick house, turn it to a click house
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| Catch you at the club, punch it out and whip the stick out
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| God, protect me from my friends, I know he tryna get me smashed
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| Throwin' crosses bad behind my back, he tryna bust my ass
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| Necklace glisten, hustled hard for this, I had to bust my ass
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| Hurt to tell my children what they uncle tryna do they dad
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| Presenting outside business to my bitch, he tryna hurt my swag
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| Never thought this shit’d get like this, I’m 'bout to work my bag
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| Skrrtin' Jags, test-driving Teslas, purchase shirts from Saks
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| Birkin bags, that was just a purse, I got a worthless ex (Yeah)
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| For certain that, not tryna let me fuck then what you smirkin' at?
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| Disperse from that, killers burstin' straps, they heard our murder raps
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| Servin' crack with addicts and police is out here lurkin' at (Woo, woo)
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| Slow beat for sure, the rabbit always lose, I think the turtle fast (Zoom)
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| Bale, I love the smell, use your head, I’m 'bout to catch a sale
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| Niggas know I’m yeah with the yeah, you could check the belt (Ding)
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| Section where they pump rocks, rifle with the bump stock
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| Brand new box of baking soda, shakin' all the clumps out
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| Chastisin' gremlins with the glizzy with the switch on him
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| Brasi handlin' business, now it’s women tryna kiss on him
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| But back when he wasn’t havin', looked at him like he had shit on him
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| Diamonds go to dancing, would you look at all that shit on him?
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| I be out in public moving solo with that poker face (Ooh)
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| Say he want my head, bitch, it ain’t difficult to know this Gates
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| He know he ain’t that, so he go places where he know it’s safe
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| I run up a tab then go blow a bunch of racks away
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| I go on the ave then go throw a bunch of slabs away
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| Junkies on my ass, caught a blast, all they know is Gates
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| (God)
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| Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
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| Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
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| Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord
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| Yes, Lord, yes, y-y-yes, Lord, yes
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| Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
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| Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
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| Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord
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| Yes, Lord, yes, y-y-yes, Lord, yes |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yes Lawd, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Only The Generals Part II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп