Kevin Gates - Lil n***a lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Lil n***a lyrics

[Intro - Speaking:] Yea- My lil' n***as, I mean... All of them whippin' up foreign You know they DUMB, Breadwinner retarded You already know You know, and they move solo, you know n***a really raising men out here, you heard me? My lil' n***as go hard, you know My lil' n***as [Chorus:] I could never tell you nothing wrong b**h you my lil' n***a, I just wanna see you strong My lil' n***as, thugging just like me you hold your own Young and got respect and your f**in' money long b**h you my lil' n***a Every time the dicks behind me, me I pray to God Lil' brother sayin' we gon' be okay cause he gon' take the charge Every time the dicks behind me, me I pray to God Shout out to God, n***a I just whooped an open charge [Verse 1:] Pressure, I be roaming 'round the jungle at night Streets love me but f** 'em, they tryna take me down Somehow, I be rollin' round, in bounds Outta town, I don't be outta bounds Too dirty I'm clutchin' 2: 30 I'm jumpin' In and out the mix, it's too early for jugglin' Hoes turn to tricks, too thirsty they bummy Swing back stop,.230s I'm drummin' We f**ed the same b**h, she both thinkin' we love her He hit her from the back, I be glistenin', she be s**in' I don't pillow talk, my dick Dumb & Dumber Okay I'm wrapped out, I'm out, she let me punt it [Speaking:] That's how me and my lil' n***a rock it If she don't wanna be shared then we don't share But... Man you f**in' with me? I'm about to come over there and come f** with you [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Caught the n***a that had shopped me Hopped out -bow- with the clips there Over top you got in your ear Yea, G sh** on the real Yea, sleep sh** on the rear You know, street sh** be for real Caught him, had to duck him out Name rangin' I let it clear Baby mama f** with your partner Heart broken, just let it heal Respect level on the ten No s**a sh**, don't pretend p**y conversation, you ever grind then you in Big bricks on the bid Stand alone, you don't bend On the phone with coffee drinkers Reportin' live from the pen Rock one on the phone with me [?] he helped me out there f** with [?], he gutta he know we bout there 'Round the corner from your house where the driver gon' let me out there [Chorus] [Speaking:] sh**, n***a what you doin' out there? sh**, yea bruh just hold it down You know you my lil' baby bruh You look just like me, I'm slangin' iron behind you