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[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Nigga I think I’m talkin bout a bitch
I bought a bitch from Gestapo
Looking out for the Vagos
I bought a crib in Morocco
Go Griz!

[Chorus]
You shoulda just let me have you
I could’ve made you so happy
But I don’t do second chances
Everything man what happened?
Forever I wish you happiness
Never do this again
But I fell in love with a dancer

[Post Chorus]
I don’t wanna be without your love tonight
Whenever I’m with you it feels like paradise
Mix a few mistakes with wrongs and rights
When you listen to your heart it gives you sound advice

[Verse 1]
I’m that nigga you want
I’m that nigga you love
When you met me, you knew I was a plug
You know I was your drug
Not being mannish
I know you not bashful
Can I just grab a handful of ass?
And not to harass you
Had to just ask you
Kiss on your panties
Lick on your panther
Bowlegged stance, I love how you standing
I love how you staring at a nigga
Embarrassing a little
I’m a little shy I had to admit it
I’m a little fly I had to admit it
Just went viral on my Insta
The way I’m liking all your pictures
Yellow Gold like I’m [?] on these niggas

[Pre-Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Pull up in my new Tahoe
Bought a brick from Gustavo
Looking out for the Vagos
Free my nigga Muhammad you know we visit in Cabo
Flip the money [?] bought a crib in Morocco

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Shoulda just let me have you
I could’ve made you so happy
But I don’t do second chances
Everyday man, what happened?
Forever I wish you happiness
Never do this again
But I fell in love with a dancer

[Post Chorus: Kevin Gates]
I don’t wanna be without your love tonight
Whenever I’m with you it feels like paradise
Mix a few mistakes with wrongs and rights
When you listen to your heart it gives you sound advice

[Verse 2]
Taking them trips
Meet at the port
You know I will
Thuggin’ the sport
You know I’m real
Don’t gotta rep
You know I kill
I don’t eat pork
And I don’t squeal
Fly you out, sit down and chill
Beat that pussy from behind
Bitch bend over you know I drill
Yo lil dude too insecure
Why he worried about the kid?
Why he speaking on my name?
Don’t he know I get it in
You want smoke? Then it’ll get there, pronto
Fix your attitude
Say lil bitches keep it G with me
Thats all I ask of you
Thats all I ask of you

[Pre Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Pull up in my new Tahoe
Bought a brick from Gustavo
Looking out for the Vagos
Free my nigga Muhammad you know we visit in Cabo
Flip the money, and made it, keep it, bought a crib in Morocco

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Shoulda just let me have you
I could’ve made you so happy
But I don’t do second chances
Everyday man, what happened?
Forever I wish you happiness
Never do this again
But I fell in love with a dancer

[Post Chorus: Kevin Gates]
I don’t wanna be without your love tonight
Whenever I’m with you it feels like paradise
Mix a few mistakes with wrongs and rights
When you listen to your heart it gives you sound advice

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I’m him
Don’t trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it’s not true
I’mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I probably rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Dirty dollar getter
On the phone with one of my hittas
Drop the bands
Pots and pans
In the kitchen, bagin up sand
I’m not carin’
One of my mans
He owed me 100 bands
Say no names
[?]
Push one button your feet the air
All for me to sit back in this chair
I’m hands on I’m everywhere
[?]
Cold sport but Life ain’t fair
Go back platinum one more time
After that its
Say she love me okay yeah
Let me rip and go somewhere
Step out dressed in sweatsuit dapper
They might say I’m [?]
In the slums you never there
Paid protection, you meant protection
Big old weapon bottle [?]
From the projects we in Paris
[?]
Sipping fanta out a can

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I’m him
Don’t trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it’s not true
I’mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I don’t prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Screeching macking bouncing
Big old booty bouncing
I’m pouring up two ounces
This shit flow like a fountain
This shit tall like a mountain
We in here money counting
Sometimes its so astounding
Blowing this loud we lounging
Fix your face stop pouting
Bae I’mma take you shopping
I told you stop [?]
GPS re-routing
When [?]
You better not get to shouting
I’ll show you I’m really about it
Don’t make no scene in public
[?]
Get in this room, get full of this liquor, same one I dick you down in
[?] making that face I’m pounding
Making that face you [?]

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I’m him
Don’t trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it’s not true
I’mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I don’t prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real

[Intro]
I want you to freak me through the night until the morn’
And it’s the way your body boom booms through the night
Boom boom, I want you to freak

[Verse 1]
You steal my attention with one look in my direction
Obsession, you got me
I can’t quit, you’re my addiction
Keep doing what you’re doing, don’t stop
Tell me you can read my bad thoughts
Get closer and listen
Electric in this position

[Pre-Chorus]
I can’t help how much our bodies get along
I like you pushin’ up on me, touching me

[Chorus]
I want you to freak me through the night until the morn’
And it’s the way your body boom boom
Hit me right down to the floor
And I want you to freak me everyday, coming back for more
And I like when we boom boom through the night, boom boom
I want you to freak
I want you to freak

[Verse 2]
You got me at attention
With one look in my direction
Perfection, it got me
We got that instant connection
Keep doing what you’re doing, don’t stop
Tell me you can read my bad thoughts
Get closer and listen
Electric, switch up position

[Pre-Chorus]
I can’t help how much our bodies get along
I like you pushin’ up on me, touching me

[Chorus]
I want you to freak me through the night until the morn’
And it’s the way your body boom boom
Hit me right down to the floor
And I want you to freak me everyday, coming back for more
And I like when we boom boom through the night, boom boom
I want you to freak
I want you to freak
I want you to freak
I want you to freak

[Verse 3]
Yo shorty, swing my way
We can f-r-e-a-k
My prerogative is to show you where i live
We can bump, we can grind, we can party to this

[Chorus]
I want you to freak me through the night until the morn’
And it’s the way your body boom boom
Hit me right down to the floor
And I want you to freak me everyday, coming back for more
And I like when we boom boom through the night, boom boom
I want you to freak
I want you to freak
I want you to freak
I want you to freak

[Intro: Sample]
In a music field you got people who really are into the occult and into Satan. And then you got some who probably playing games, but no matter how you cut it – they’re propagating Satan, they’re propagating the demonic line, the occultic world and I think it’s a devastating thing on our country-

[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, one-two
Yeah, one-two
One-two (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
Yeah, one-two
Yeah
Yeah, Gore Elohim
Ill Bill, look

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Watch the semi-automatic air the fucking world out
Big shit I’m hitting every house like I’m a girl scout
I don’t trust a soul homie, I’m throwing this referral out
Jail monster dumbbells concentration curls out
Bloodbath headshot tell em through a telegram
Samhain an idiom Hashem upon a Pentagram
Duality of two triangles is the hexagram
Scheming on you (???????) like a mexican
Nighthawk custom made shells and a vest
And my OG sitting in a cell and he stressed
Doing 2301 and he smell and depressed
And the sun sets here but it fell in the west
Ask about me homie I will aim at the throne
Say goodnight to the bad guy Razor Ramon
You ain’t on my level, not an honorable mention
And this bullet focused on you undivided attention, doma

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
Twelve tribes of Israel, 12.5 for half a block of fishscale
Let me get a sniff there ??????????? feel I can trust you
Make me feel like than scene from Scarface, I’ll crush you
Fuck fight Fuck ???? Fuck love too
Pop you in the stomach like, boom, I bring doom
I’m that MF Goon, my shooters look like John Hamm
What the fuck is happening the world has gone ham
I can’t believe it’s bacon, bayonets attached to AKs
What’s shaking, go get your cake in
We move indistinguishably, discreetly
Withing the shadows we decide what the streets see
A cross between Tony Yayo and Roy DeMeo
Bandana Scott Baio, Machete Danny Trejo
Idi Amin sword pentagram slayer
Never trust a fiend who swear he’ll pay for that gram later

[Verse 3: Goretex]
I’m on Venice beach ripping waves, whores and selling leak
Got a hunded project animals, we dying to eat
We activists fuck these dividents in Panama bucks
Futuristic my shooters roll up in Amazon trucks
Circus of power rocky dentist kids of powder
Topple regime like Nicky Scarfo, Betty White the sour
Cocaine barrels produced in rain forests from pharaohs
Uncle Howie taught me how to cut the juice with the flour
Consumer racketeer rap Norman Lear stickups in 89′ gear
Focus on the Gods in the field
Bricks like betty whip Mr Majestic hit, heavy metal shit
Dashiki and slacks run some crazy eddie shit
Half feminist, half Salvie Testa ravioli stretcher
Inverted church we out to lunch take our holy measures
Shoppers of medicine you register vegetable
Like an Ed repka painting I come to life when I’m deading you

[Outro: Sample]
Across this country and Canada, satanic graffiti is turning up on public buildings and abandoned buildings. The police suspects secret meetings are being held by people calling themselves “Satanists”, people who worship the devil. Most often found – the inverted five pointed satanic pentagram, the upside down cross, the evil eye, references to Babylon and the Devil’s number – 666

[Intro: Fix Dot’M]
Uh, we’re gonna steam roll ‘em on this one, real talk
Jheez, Fix, wow, What you don’t know my name?
Fix Dot’M

[Verse 1: Fix Dot’M]
Ah, I can take your pain way
Like Sylar remove your headtop, take your brain away
Fuck a rainy day, cuz I blatantly rave
I was made to stay
I be getting it hard, so I’m spending it, DNA chain
My God, they frozen my blood in my necklace
We roll up, me, buck and eff’ing Giggs
Start dumping, pitch niggas, sever wigs
And if you bitch niggas ever snitch
I’ve got something that’ll take the tip off the Everest
Look, I’ll take the piss out of everything
Spit ‘til the shit click, spit ‘til I’ve emptied it
Slip something out, then slip something in again, raaah
Tooly’ll injure him
This ain’t a movie try picturing
Look, but don’t try pitching me
‘cause this shit buss like 63 (get it), come on stick with me
Listen my punches are insane, they drop nice on your ear like an earring
Mind I take you to the streets where I grind work
I can tell you how to eat, not on my turf
Show you how a 9 work
Show you how 1 shot will let a nigga float like an iceberg
Jheez

[Chorus: Giggs & Fix Dot’M]
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Had to get one in your lung
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Had to get one in your lung

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Jheez!
These niggas know my partner, colt 4 fizzy’s my devoted barker
Talked up first, Ima load it after
Have your white tee looking like a squashed “tomatah”
Roll through gaza, phone on charge
Buck boys ringing me, told me park up (skrrt)
Sluts eyes digging me, loads of laughter
Make moves and my pockets will be bulging after
MMM!
Right now Im cane’in the underground
Me, Hollowman, coz I came with another sound
Yea I got straps, but I ain’t one of them loud mother fuckers that be waving a gun around
Jheez!
When my shotty raise up, and you spot gets sprayed up
It will make your little pussio posse wake up
I’ll lock it and pop it, then blow out, chill out
With a zoobie while sipping convousier cups, ooo
Violent squad, silent shot, and Im fresh of the island what
Walk in a stylish top and the bird on its looking kinda Lyle and Scott, what
Hand on my knife, YG left, Spen stands on the right
And I got my gang on a hype
Rolling round to Movado screaming out “Gangsta Fi Life”

[Chorus: Giggs & Fix Dot’M]
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Had to get one in your lung
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Had to get one in your lung