Luca Brasi (Freestyle) - Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi (Freestyle) - Kevin Gates

Альбом
Luca Brasi 3
Год
2018
Язык
`English`
Длительность
244690

Below is the lyrics of the song Luca Brasi (Freestyle) , artist - Kevin Gates with translation

Lyrics " Luca Brasi (Freestyle) "

Original text with translation

Luca Brasi (Freestyle)

Kevin Gates

I mean I wanna talk a lil' shit

Can I talk a lil' shit?

I mean, Lidocaine, Isotole, Bolivia, mother of pearl, Acetone

We really in the streets with it

Fourth quarter pressure

Five ton jack

With the metal box

Breadwinners stamp

Fourth quarter pressure

Five ton jack

With the metal box

Breadwinners stamp

Fourth quarter pressure

Breadwinners stamp

With the metal box

Five ton jack

Fourth quarter pressure

Breadwinners stamp

With the metal box

Five ton jack

With the acetone, recompress it back (I do)

Took a 4-way out his one and its jumpin' back

Five hunnit racks on a whole pack

Bad bitch on the road 'bout to run it back

Cell phone ring that’s another hunnit g’s (hello?)

Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of p’s

Cell phone ring that’s another hunnit g’s (hello?)

Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of p’s

Fourth quarter pressure

Five ton jack

With the metal box

Breadwinners stamp

Fourth quarter pressure

Five ton jack

With the metal box

Breadwinners stamp

Fourth quarter pressure

Breadwinners stamp

With the metal box

Five ton jack

Fourth quarter pressure

Breadwinners stamp

With the metal box

Five ton jack

You ever jumped out on a nigga block, ya heard me and just been like «Ay who the big dog is?»

I’m getting 'em whole, I’m gettin' the load

They come off a plane, they come off a boat

The eighteen wheeler pull up on the low (beep)

Backin' back into the zone (beep)

Pager we hit like a phone (hello?)

Text message I settle it wrong

Take somethin' your neck a' be gone

Yeen' knowing I’m connected, I’m strong

I send a hit and the pressure be on

Ridin' in Bentley’s mind your business, I’m the business

We in the buildin'

Breadwinner, Mafia Material

Breadcrumbs, not with the cereal

Real one I look in the mirror

Dope in the pot here makin' a miracle

Hold on boo don’t get hysterical

We in the gutter, shit a lil' scary

That’s if you scary, I am not scary

You are not fresh

What are you wearin'?

When I get dressed, people are starin'

Think what you want, I am not carin'

That my lil' hoe, I don’t mind sharin'

She keep it solid, movin' in silence

Every time, a lil hearing impaired

Nobody perfect, we understand

Bought her kicks gave her some bands

She hold a sack, thumbin' through that

I hit from the back, I make her tap

Pullin her hair, we in the trap

All the J’s, seen 'er naked

Still servin' while I’m flexin'

Shirt off and I’m sexy

Skrt off in the Lexus

Straight raw, I’m a legend

Gold mack 9.11

Rap talk, I’m a veteran

Cookin' a brick and I’m makin it stiff

I got it coolin' right in the kitchen

Food boomin' right in the trenches

New booty give me your digits

Stickin' dick all in your kidneys, new jewelry, really ridiculous

New coupe, removable ceilings

Two scoop, nigga we drippin'

Ice movin' all in my dentures

Bitch bad, booty got dimples

Freckle face, the dude, he got pimples

Dunk her off, she’s livin' in Denham

Migo call, tell him to send em

Wrong sides, service delivered

Rolls Royce, shittin' on niggas

No choice, forced me to kill him

My swag, you cannot mimic

This how, I’m really livin'

Truth be told, I’m one of them niggas

Truth be told, I showed a few niggas

I’m a trophy, I’m in the city

Trap spot, we goin' digi'

Push button, punish her with it

Glitch comin', in a few minutes

Say lil' daddy «why you pretending?»

Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be livin'

Pull up on side ya, hop out and finish

I’m really wit' it, standin' attention

Make a decision, how we gon' fix it?

Fourth quarter pressure

Five ton jack

With the metal box

Breadwinners stamp

Fourth quarter pressure

Five ton jack

With the metal box

Breadwinners stamp

Fourth quarter pressure

Breadwinners stamp

With the metal box

Five ton jack

Fourth quarter pressure

Breadwinners stamp

With the metal box

Five ton jack

Cell phone ring that’s another hunnit g’s (hello?)

Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of p’s

Cell phone ring that’s another hunnit g’s (hello?)

Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of p’s

Show me where I ain’t a real nigga dawg?

Show me where I hated on a nigga for?

Every nigga that ever came 'round me did better nigga

Ya heard me?

I appreciate your loyalty

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