Kevin Gates - La Familia lyrics

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Kevin Gates - La Familia lyrics

Man I swear to god I got some n***as out there in Shreveport so loyal it don't make no f**ing sense That my n***a I call'em Blocka That my b**h I call her Betty Crocker That my brother I call him hundred La Familia and I put that on my momma That my n***a I call'em Blocka That my b**h I call her Betty Crocker That my brother I call him hundred And I put that on my momma Real n***a in the game, I know how to maintain Rap and hustle, sell coke, b**h says the same thang Counting money like Shawn, big money like Dawn Shout-out to my n***a Don Juan, gotta grip the bag with 2 arms Got the weed coming by the acres Look like I robbed 2 farms Jamaican cartel pull up, fat bwoy say wahh gwaan I just hit'em like whaaah Still be going dumb Mouth full platinum b**hes asking where I'm from Diamonds grill just like Master P my mouth be saying ughhh 16 2s 52 2s thats four bricks on a scale And between me and you I just got out of jail Took my lick I ain't tell, and I know you wish you could be here That my n***a I call'em Blacko That my b**h I call her Betty Crocker That my brother I call him hundred La Familia and I put that on my momma That my n***a I call'em Blacko That my b**h I call her Betty Crocker That my brother I call him hundred And I put that on my momma Real n***a in the game, streets say the same thang And if I get caught again, I'm going to the chain gang Not afraid to take losses, gold mouth dawg we bosses Trying to clip, ohh its gon cost ya You gon have to come take it off me Whipped out in the foreign with a bad b**h named Lauren Say she use to live in California She don't speak English and she foreign Say her Ex boyfriend boring Wanna drug dealer who important Slanging dope dick I'm retarded Finger licking chicken in the trap house Know they love me in the neighborhood I ain't gotta hustle with the strap out Ion care what n***as rap about, I ain't rap about what they rap about I'm the n***a they rap about Murders getting reenact out Kicking rocks in the crack drought Up the gat I ain't back down That my n***a I call'em Blocka That my b**h I call her Betty Crocker That my brother I call him hundred La Familia and I put that on my momma That my n***a I call'em Blocka That my b**h I call her Betty Crocker That my brother I call him hundred And I put that on my momma