Correction Paroles Big Hittah par Kevin Gates

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Yeah, yeah
Wassam?
Huh?
Wassam?
Yeah
Uh
Cartel boss

They say a bitch nigga tryna take mine, put his brake line on a flat
Came through the pipeline on the grapevine, I'm a lifeline, that's a fact
I check her mouth out with a flashlight, search a nightgown with a strap
She might just eat dick with a razor in her mouth, bite down on the back (Woo)
Might put some Visine in your drink, while you sleep, rip you out a couple racks
I'll get you tied up, make you watch a real killer, hit your wife from the back
Know where your crib at, get your kids snatched, big Brasi, I'ma get you whacked
Don't know the whereabouts of my warehouse, 'bout to put his face in a jam

Yeah, yeah, I live every day like my last, I wasn't 'posed to be here
Yeah, yeah, I heard there's a bag on my head, that's why I'm posted in here
Yeah, yeah, ain't gotta go in the stash, know I'm controllin' in here
Yeah, yeah, I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid

Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel

I'm the real thing, wassam, lil' bitch?
Out in public, no dap, lil' bitch
Already knowin' you ain't that lil' bitch
Lot of niggas be cap, lil' bitch
Aw, yeah, I'm 'bout to jump in the coupe
With the retractable roof
Oh well, I got the men in this bitch
And they wanna go with they move (Oh well)
Ooh, left Yorkville, went to Stateville, they respectin' me like Jeff Fort
I'm one of them men beloved, yes, sir (Yes, sir)
Upright and independent, that's us (That's us)
They just be talkin', call a nigga's bluff
I go retarded with it in the clutch
I keep it humble, I ain't never stutter, nigga, I'll pop a nigga in the—

Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel

We put the D on the ave, both feet in the lab
And I'm 'bout to go in the kit, stove
Heat up the slab with sixty-three grams
And cookin' the two in a split, woah
Hook in the bag, a hook in the jab
No singles, that's all I got left
Fade or come with the cash, they slip on a mask
And then you get put on a shelf
I'm in here thumbin' through hundreds, I'm running through money
But I ain't never run out of breath
I'm 'bout to meet with the runner, it come through the tunnel
I'm dumpin' this here for a check
They know I'm breadwinner, gunner, put that in the puddle
That muzzle up under your neck
I'm 'bout to punish the summer, I got this bitch jumpin'
And then I go jump on a jet

Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel
Big hitta for the cartel

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