Correction Paroles I Don't Hit It With The Fork par Kevin Gates

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Call MAC100it, you heard me? (58 present the gang)
Khaza (Deluxe) on the way, you heard me?
Out my mind right now
I don't wan' talk, bitch
Hurt people, hurt people
And I'm destroyed on the inside
I'm droppin' the raw in her jaw
Watchin' it melt to the ???
Same water from the bowl

Bustin' the ???  the ???
Eatin' crap on the package
Get it in, get it off (Doo)
Breadwinner, I'm a don
Slum Lord in the slums
Grab the towel, put the towel down
Fingertip the Pyrex
Hmm, I'ma lift it with my palm
In the kitchen, I perform
I'm receivin' in the blogs
Trap girl lookin' on the stove cookin'
She think it's cute when I wiggle my arms (Ayy)
General stitched in the dick in my shorts
Takin' my liquor, I don't know how to talk (I talk)
Nothing like them, I don't know what you saw
Hmm, I don't hit it with the fork
Excuse me, I'm lit, I'm collectin' my thoughts
I'm pressure and please don't expect me to call
Shawty bend over, she makin' it arch
I'm deep in her stomach, I'm makin' it fart
Supplyin' that lumber, she told me she love me
I go get the money, I don't get involved
Sluttie, she thuggin' with me and my dawgs
She loyal, so she 'bout to get it, on God
Pop Smoke with it, real dope dealer
Know that if I give a call, then it's war
Bricks and the heroine, makin' 'em knaw
Deliverin' the issue, this ??? is far
I was hoppin' the booker ???
???
Hit with the ???

Sixty-three grams with two in the quarter, Lord
I don't hit it with the fork
Ayy, Gates, I love you homie
You ought to make ???
When I hit your boy with the knife
??? and his brain got taken, you know
La Rasa
Let's get it

Hmm, I'm a big speaker, I'm really retarded
Say I'm a big eagle, I'm cleared for departure
Switch on a bitch, get a binary trigger
But you ain't know that 'cause you fakin' and flodgin'
Pay for the order, they crossin' the border
But shoutout to Florida, we posted in Georgia
Went to Jamaica, we hangin' with gangsta
But they thought that we went to play in the water
Mixtape droppin', called, "I love my plug"
He love that I'm datin' his daughter
Columbian bricks in a secret compartment
Cuban cigars and the shit, ???
Movin' too fast, how you end up a target
Went slow so, beat the show, so I move like a tortoise
Hellcat, vroom, I put it in throttle
Fresh out the car, like nothin', I'm dodgin'
Back up and rank, I'm a hell of a artist
In San Diego and I'm in a charger
Whoever wan' purchase a feature from me, it ain't free
I'm a street nigga, I gotta charge you
Whoever wan' beef with the king, to proceed you, immediately, you gon' leave in a coffin
Khaza (Deluxe) on the way, tell the label they get in the way
I'ma drop it tomorrow
No longer get in my feelings
I'm like Bryson Tiller, I'm sorry, I am not sorry
Big booty bitch ???
Look at that ass like Ari

Yeah, you ain't got extended
Give me somethin' else to punch on
Wagwan, General

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