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lirik lagu super general 2 – kevin gates

[intro]
b*tch, i’m in new york with it, right now, i swear to god
([?])
([?])
this ain’t no fairytale, n*gga
k!ll ’em

[verse]
these n*ggas ain’t your friends
jealous of what you got, but they disguise it with a grin
count your pockets, document it, watchin’ everything you spend (they do)
envy in they heart, secretly wishin’ it was them
what you ain’t did for them?
same ones to tuck they tail when it’s time to get it in (real)
if i tell you that i love you, put my life out on a limb
real stand*up guy, i’m someone you couldn’t [?]
since the age of thirteen, i been standin’ on all ten
if we had a disagreement, you still livin’, i let you live
told somebody that you checked me, you somebody i ain’t wanna k!ll
bread winner, top been amputated when i grip the wheel
name ringin’, i done graduated, really in the field
nothin’ ever been substantiated, what you ever did? (what you ever did?)
check the belt, souls evacuated, bodies, i got kids (come here)
i want the whole house, what we don’t speak about give you a chill
go ask junior boy, too late, no backin’ out, we clenchin’ steel
you ain’t got the stomach for it, reach into it, give it here
deep down, i’m dyin’ on this side, and ain’t no way to get it fixed
take one of mine, we one for five, but mine’s not no accident
go ask brave david, take a man to stand over a kid
god forgive, grr, it take a man to stand over a kid (where we goin’?)
lil’ b*tch (don’t nothin’ chill), it take a man to stand over a kid
cleanse my scars, i’m r*t*rded out my mind, i’mtryna hill
just a thought, collision centre in the city i’m tryna build
not for cars, but brave hearts, we repairin’ broken men
i just left our ceremony, i got fly for this sh*t (yeah)
no surrender, no retreat, i’ma die for this sh*t
chicago in the court of law, i dived in a n*gga sh*t (i’m out my mind)
elevated up in rank, sayin’ i supply the projects
uber driver, please maneuver luca brassi to the projects (ya dig?)
watch i stand on nation business
lock it for self*respect, free jeff perry, we the business
help free everybody else, but left me stranded in the prison (huh?)
changed the culture single*handed, and n0body wan’ admit it (be for real)
goin’ hard, ain’t win a grammy, still i’m harbourin’ resentment
ones i trusted left me scarred, look how they did me in virginia (did me in virginia)
[?] the twenty piece to lil’ one, i ain’t charge a single penny
[?] really ought to get two*fifty (i ought to get two*fifty)
that n*gga stabbed in my heart, showed me love when i convinced ’em
tyson’s corner, jewelry, performin’ while makin’ an appearance
baltimore, every corner, they be quotin’ all my lyrics
and yb, j mann diamonds come from nba, it hit different
told fatt he could grab the pot, the pyrex lock without the bl!cker
mo was right there by the door, i’m at the store, he could bear witness
his og who bought the odor want me to show him how i did it (yeah, i did that)
folk just smile, i get excited whenever the yola go to simmerin’ (sh)
talk my sh*t and show lil thyme how to throw bakin’ soda in it
on the phone [?]
[?] wan’ get in my face, i’m duckin’ the game, but still affiliated
[?] split my wig, i’ll hit you when he finish
hold up, bling*aling*aling, they say that sh*t make god deliver
fresh out the clink when toby told me that fat trell had just got sick (d*mn)
when toby passed the phone to speak, “fat gleesh, b*tch, i love you, b*tch, i miss you”
told to rell to grab me somethin’ that ring whenever he got to pick up [?]
701 to 703, my new lil’ flip be goin’ dumb
[?] was shoppin’ in new york, like, what you want? i’m ’bout to geek
everything you did for whodie, i ain’t gon’ lie, b*tch, you the release
think i’m cut like that for real, this sh*t ain’t one, it’s just in me
i can’t accept no money from you if we bump the same religion
(south east dc, it’s movin’ time, we just made history in the trenches)
shoppin’ for new clothes, exclusive louis store outside of philly
king of pressure mount., big glafe just called and blessed me with some slippers
said i really appreciate his gift ’cause nothin’ was ever given
all the money in the world, would’ve never thought he wasn’t with me
they threw witches’ thoughts between me and chris bo, that’s how you livin’?
free of charge, i did a beef for dawg that i ain’t even mention
hit the internet pretendin’, tryna fornicate my image
they was pillow talkin’ ’bout me, i forgive but ain’t forget it
the people you was gossipin’ with tried to get me for the [?]
i treat your children like my children, i’ll never get you injured
all praise be to allah when everybody went against me
i done came back from the dead and put my team back in position
cuban kilo, emerald flooded (bling*blaow, bling*blaow)
water gushin’ out my pendant
bread winner alumni thuggin’, audemars and richard milles
lamborghini revuelto kitted, i just ordered, it ain’t finished
the ‘rarri parked [?], you should’ve caught me in the kitchen
you f*ck my b*tch, i f*ck your b*tch, but i don’t get off in my feelings
sometimes, it hurt to keep it gangster, can’t complain, can’t do no trippin’ (suck it up)
(i ain’t doin’ no trippin’
doin’ no trippin’, homie)
get my weight up, make ’em feel it
pay ’em back when i get busy
she arch her back, i pull her hair, she toot that ass up for a n*gga
her bootyhole be weak, i punch d*ck inside her kidneys
[?] platinum, chandalier [?]
know your porsche look like my porsche, but this the turbo s edition
[outro]
turbo s
know your porsche look like my porsche, but this the turbo s edition
(turbo s edition) r.i.p. gangsta reezy, man, what up?
know your porsche look like my porsche, but this the turbo s edition

- kevin gates

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