Текст песни Kevin Gates - Know Better

Suicide Squad - OST / Отряд самоубийц - Саундтрек
Жанр: OST
Исполнитель: Kevin Gates
Альбом: Suicide Squad - OST / Отряд самоубийц - Саундтрек
Длительность: 03:28
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Загрузил: Energ1zer

Текст:

You should know better Do it all for my dogs, everyday goin' hard, I'm a winner You should know better Used to dream about a mil Now we gettin' it for real Shoulda left you right there where I met you You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it I'm a bread winner Gettin' it in, gotta win, we not kickin' it Bread winner team, we sick and we live with it Whippin' machines equipped with a fridge in it We the connect, we not bout to mention it We with the shit, no talkin', we finish it Some say I'm ignorant Mecca, we touchin' September, I'm making my pilgrimage (Allahu Akbar) Maybe I'm different Looked at you like you were special, you not even build for this UFOs in the crush Gates So when it's up niggas goin' nuts Big shit tucked, toolie on clutch Pockets on lump, free my nigga Lump Goin' out dumb Engine on run Thuggin' in the slums Thumbin' through the hun's Separate the ones (Somebody called a riot?) My daughter get the violets Break bread, slidin', lay up in the Hyde Room too expensive Motel 6 and bitch quit trippin' Niggas in feelin's Wait don't wait, forklift liftin' Brasi gon' fix the trap up, vision You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it You should know better Do it all for my dogs, everyday goin' hard, I'm a winner You should know better Used to dream about a mil Now we gettin' it for real Shoulda left you right there where I met you You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it I'm a bread winner Hey man what you talkin' 'bout? Man just do you Gates There it is Dabbed in, front pockets stuffed Money look like we been doin' lunges Raised up in the blunt, I'm doin' crunches Tattooed all over my stomach Out in London talkin' to Big London Stand up in they chest, okay I love you Niggas hatin', wait I'm doin' numbers In they feelin's, tell 'em I say fuck 'em Hold up, wait, tell 'em that I love 'em We could go, we had a discussion Fame tend to blind the people on the side of you like you never mean nothin' Focus on brand new things Tryna show my children how to hustle Teach 'em how to trust one another All we got is us and your mother Fall down, get back up again Lose it all right before you win Kevin man, you messin' up your gift Shit like this be hard to come again Fall bad, I know I admit it Real struggle, I don't ever quit it Thinkin' back when I ain't have a cent Back when I ain't have a shit to give You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it You should know better Do it all for my dogs, everyday goin' hard, I'm a winner You should know better Used to dream about a mil Now we gettin' it for real Shoulda left you right there where I met you You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it I'm a bread winner She spoken to me bruh. Yeah she spoken to me you know "I'm sorry bruh I like this shit, you heard me?" Shit bothered me I'm a bread winner
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