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Man I swear to god I got some niggas out there in Shreveport so loyal it just don’t

make no fucking sense
Thats my nigga I call’em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
La Familia and I put that on my momma
That my nigga I call’em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker

That my brother I call him hundred

And I put that on my momma
Real nigga in the game, I know how to maintain
Rap and hustle, sell coke, bitch say the same thang
Countin money like Shawn, big money like Don
Shout-out to my nigga Don Juan, gotta grip the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed coming by the Acre look like i robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, BAD BWOY say WAHH GWAAN
I just hit’em like waaah
Still be going dumb
Mouth full platinum bitches asking where I’m from
Diamonds just like Master P my mouth be saying UGHHH

16 2 52s 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 nigga I call’em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
La Familia And I put that on my momma

That my nigga I call’em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred

And I put that on my momma
Real nigga 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
Tryna clip who its gon cost ya
You gon have to come take it off me
Whipped down in a foreign with a bad bitch 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 retawdid.
Finger lickin chicken in the trap house
Know they love me in the neighborhood
I ain’t gotta hustle with the strap out

Ion care what niggas rap about, I aint rappin what they rap about
I’m the nigga niggas rap about
Murders getting reenact out
Kicking rocks in the crack drought

Up the gat and I ain’t back down
That my nigga I call’em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
La Familia And I put that on my momma
That my nigga I call’em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
And I put that on my momma


Kevin Gates lyrics
Album: Islah

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