Kevin Gates - She Ain't Right lyrics

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Kevin Gates - She Ain't Right lyrics

[Intro:] Ooh That b**h ain't right Yeah Strictly for the motherf**ing traps and the trunks [Verse 1:] She all for herself, she bout her fetta sheen Got no ethics, nah, if you paying she staying You ain't, she in the wind Out of feel, shrewd attitude she ain't gon' pretend The only thing she loyal to is them dividends She gon' get it from you or get it from him Or should I say them? She'll f** your friend Then double back, you ask her about it She'll be like whet? Mind your business Stay in your lane n***a She'll just destroy your emotions, She know you a lame n***a She gives a damn bout who you are f** your fame n***a She out here playing, she ain't looking for no lame n***a Beautiful girl, body immaculate, extravagant Crème de la crème, strive for the best She fall for ever rich Her smile the hook, soon as you look you're booked You gon' do whatever it takes, you did whatever it took Poof! Vamos, she gone, I can't even say she wrong Cause so much be going on, she gotta take care of her own [Chorus:] Man I really like that girl but the b**h ain't right But man I really like girl Man I really like that girl but the b**h ain't right (Man I like that girl) But man I really like girl (Said I like that girl yeah) [Verse 2:] We been f**ing for a lil second Our relationship kinda reckless I know we shoulda never intertwined Cause I'm married and you will never be mine Even if it wasn't you got a background But I love the way she rub a n***a back down Backing fist, I'm really catching feelings for her I know she ain't right but she just fill this void My n***as think I'm f**ing tripping I don't give a f** that she like women That's my boo thaing, her name is rolling cool mane Man she just do things that drive a n***a insane [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Gew up in the gutter, f** what other people talking bout I love the way she comforts me when I'm alone Fast moving, no cocoons it's the Cancun Buy the fragrances, scented lotion But that's how I'm told sh** Nothing no amateur, handling the moment I come here cause she's for real for all other components Rumour surfaces said she already f**ed one of my own But when you in the lane I may never give in to notice n***a nipples, a** wiggly tickle She want it up against the sofa Bend her over, she love it She moaning in the morning Walking like a horse, biting this and that Dropping bands on designer brands, that's in the mix of this [Chorus]