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[Verse 1: Kevin Gates] Could tell the most amazing stories, I grew eyes behind my head My senorita speaking leaving I ain't even trippin Think that every time I'm not around it's other women Lanlord that rap I don't give a fuck about nun of this shit Ate her good while pulling her hair She throwing her pussy back on this dick I'm armed and retawdid giving orders to my squadrin BWA Bread Winners Association, check me out When I kill her from the rear I dick her down (I don't get tired) Feel that dick? Like Julia Roberts on Pretty Woman, bitch on the lips I don't kiss Got a 3 of Juice in my 20 ounce while I ride around, I sip Been going hard, aiming for the stars, this foreign whip that I'm in Say 'What up?' to you, won't smoke with you, me and bitch niggas ain't friends
[Hook: Kevin Gates] You said you'd never leave Now who's gonna comfort me at night when I'm alone, oh? Actually, hustle hard while in the trap long nights we get it on though I'm stacking cheese, If anything go wrong I know no one will ride for me Garentee, could tell the most amazing stories I grew eyes behind my head
[Verse 2: Yung Mazi] They left a nigga for days, shot in the back of my head I see you, no one was on my bed Fuck the feds, fuck the feds In a high ride with Low, I read, show you how to play I never talk, I ain't have to say it I took it, I didn't have a way Eye behind my head, stay in that real view Stay in that big Coupe, money not an issue Blow paper, tissue A bitch can't ever miss you On me, 1, 2, pistols Shooters geek my lil crystals Bitches freak molly crystals Wrist lighting up Christmas Try it, I flipped it, kill this
[Hook: Kevin Gates] You said you'd never leave Now who's gonna comfort me at night when I'm alone, oh? Actually, hustle hard while in the trap long nights we get it on though I'm stacking cheese, could tell the most amazing stories I got eyes behind my head Could tell the most amazing stories I grew eyes behind my head
[Verse 3: Kevin Gates] Truth be told, I'm a gun slanger My nuts hanging to the floor Your friends talk with their eyes telling me we should fuck on the low We could leave the bed made up punch dick in your stomach all on this floor Lick all between your little toes, don't do this type of shit with no hoes Rip out their weave, fuck them hard, she say 'Gates you hurt my insides' Now you feelin' how I'm feelin' really hurtin' on the insides Never let your pride get in the way of what you really love Killing emotion with too many drugs Kiss on it, then lick it while up in the tub (Recession of knowledge that wasn't in lighting thats why on the phone I'm knocking up on my cup?) Bitch get up, fuck I'm sorry, that was suppose to last until tomorrow I'm a gangster never in her life has she been around anyone like I
[Hook: Kevin Gates] You said you'd never leave Now who's gonna comfort me at night when I'm alone, oh? Actually, hustle hard while in the trap long nights we get it on though I'm stacking cheese, If anything go wrong I know no one will ride for me Garentee, could tell the most amazing stories I grew eyes behind my head
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