Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kevin Hart , by - Stalley. Song from the album New Wave, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.07.2017
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
Kevin Hart |
| These young niggas got that Kevin Hart |
| They wasn’t ready |
| Cheap tellies, beer bellis and Pelle Pelle’s |
| Five scores tell these fish tell me |
| Ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me |
| Ain’t issue can tell me, tell me |
| Tell me ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me |
| Cried money, they thought I was hungry |
| They on yo perc, I’m on Perotes |
| Got the candy paint, now these niggas jelly |
| What you gon' tell me really? |
| All these rangles and cangles I’m on some player ish |
| In the streets hustle hard, want my mane no itch |
| War, ready to boil, ready nothin' to tangle with |
| Meddle with things, beautiful wife, work for that single kid |
| When it comes to mic fights I’m known to strangle shit |
| Don’t try and size me up, blind me up, no angles whip |
| No slip by, hold on life is vice rip |
| Run a tight ship aye, aye, aye captain |
| Sailor shades, clothes tailor made |
| Fly guy caption |
| This is life, this beyond my rappin' |
| This is joggin' for your drawl |
| Flappin' so much time for fashion |
| I’m cooler than most |
| I smoke to the roach, your joint passive |
| My past is the seed mac |
| And why my shawty slide pass him |
| She bat lashes, I cut up Kalila, sport my reefer |
| BCG medallion on my neck for the non-believers |
| Grows from the soil I’m that kind of creature |
| Used to write in empty rooms |
| Now I line the bleaches |
| These young niggas got that Kevin Hart |
| They wasn’t ready |
| Cheap tellies, beer bellis and Pelle Pelle’s |
| Five scores tell these fish tell me |
| Ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me |
| Ain’t issue can tell me, tell me |
| Tell me ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me |
| Cried money, they thought I was hungry |
| They on yo perc, I’m on Perotes |
| Got the candy paint, now these niggas jelly |
| What you gon' tell me really? |
| In all honesty the flow Cali I’ve been annointed |
| The one shows and the kit gang like Neymar |
| Was low key, now I’m back on everybody’s radar |
| The ones asleep, I don’t pay y’all no mind |
| I still shine like the brightest lights, sauce divine |
| Intervention my suspension, got the Chevy’s sittin' high |
| Not to mention I be writin' with my angel on the side |
| Angel on the front of the car, 'luminate through the night |
| Sharp white smell so the haters pipe down |
| Been at it for a while |
| I ain’t goin' nowhere, you niggas so square |
| Guess you ain’t shaped up the last |
| Heavy investors supercedin' my past |
| Y’all still scrapin' for cash |
| Never been a slave to the dollar and I’m thankful for that |
| This music got me out of the trap so I’m thankful for rap |
| Faithful to the faithful addicts so I bass up on tracks |
| And cook up another classic then serve 'em a bash |
| These young niggas got that Kevin Hart |
| They wasn’t ready |
| Cheap tellies, beer bellis and Pelle Pelle’s |
| Five scores tell these fish tell me |
| Ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me |
| Ain’t issue can tell me, tell me |
| Tell me ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me |
| Cried money, they thought I was hungry |
| They on yo perc, I’m on Perotes |
| Got the candy paint, now these niggas jelly |
| What you gon' tell me really? |