Testo I Got U - Kevin Gates
Testo della canzone I Got U (Kevin Gates), tratta dall'album 10's Rap
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I'm him
Don't trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it's not true
I'mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I don't prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
Dirty dollar get 'em
On the phone with one of my hittas
Drop the bands
Pots and pans
In the kitchen bagging up sand
I'm not keen
One of my mans
He owed me 100 bands
Say no names, hearing impaired
Push one button your feet in the air
All for me to sit back in this chair
I'm hands on I'm everywhere
Run this section, turn up there
Cold support but life ain't fair
Go back platinum one more time
After that his wife ain't there
Say she love me okay yeah
Let me rip and go somewhere
Step out dressed in sweatsuit dapper
They might say I'm debonair
In the slum you never there
Paid protection main protection
Big old weapon bottle by the stair
From the projects we appear
50 rappers outside the fantasy
Sipping fan without a care
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I'm him
Don't trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it's not true
I'mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I don't prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
Screeching macking bouncing
Big old booty bouncing
I'm pouring up two ounces
This shit flow like a fountain
This shit tall like a mountain
We in here money counting
Sometimes its so astounding
Blowing this loud we lounging
Fix your face stop pouting
Bae I'mma take you shopping
I told you stop that doubting
GPS re-routing
Ran out for their album
You better not get to shouting
I'll show you I'm really about it
Don't make no scene in public
Bae who would a-fuckin-llow it
Get in this room, get full of that liquor
Saying when I dick you down it
Bitch when you texting out of that H
Ain't no amount of atoning
making that face I'm pounding
Making that face you crawling up
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I'm him
Don't trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it's not true
I'mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I don't prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Snodgrass, Marcellus Gates
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