Kevin Gates – What I Like Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Six7 on the beat
Ayy

[Chorus]
Fuckin’ with hoes, that’s what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (Yeah)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like fuck the price
Fuck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Fuckin’ with hoes, that’s what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like fuck the price
Fuck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like

[Verse 1]
I got my nose up, hella fly, turnin’ down fat bitches (For real)
Pay a few or play with me, won’t you go and say it with me? (All together)
On the count of three, we on it like bad bitches
Drop the beat, one, two, three, we on it like bad bitches
Boom, she got shot and didn’t die, now her ass bigger
Breadwinner, rank getter, bands in here back flippin’
Diamonds hittin’ harder than a bitch and they dance different
Baby, reach out to your baby, take a sip, she act different

[Chorus]
Fuckin’ with hoes, that’s what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (Yeah)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like fuck the price
Fuck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Fuckin’ with hoes, that’s what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like fuck the price
Fuck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like

[Verse 2]
I ain’t even mean to flex (Excuse me)
You ain’t even seen this shit (Exclusive)
Walkin’ out, Neimans bags (We coolin’)
(Hello? Excuse me)
Say, let me take this call, lil’ booty
We could just walk to the car, lil’ booty
Still on the line with my, uh, lil’ booty
Still goin’ hard, I ball (Big hoopin’)
Out of town, couple traps jumpin’
Road runner, keep the pack touching
When the rap slow, keep the sack coming
Drop a hashtag and get at something
Luca Brasi, what you mean, love?
Gold teeth with a mean mug
To a street nigga, it don’t mean much
All bustdown, got it blinged up

[Chorus]
Fuckin’ with hoes, that’s what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (Yeah)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like fuck the price
Fuck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Fuckin’ with hoes, that’s what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like fuck the price
Fuck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like

Kevin Gates – Adding Up Lyrics

[Intro]
My dog in this bitch (Luca Brasi)
My bad, dog (yeah)
Line ’em up, yeah (you know, man, I’m sorry)
Do it while I’m doin’ my verse, fuck it
Then after that, we can do it, you know what up
Huh, yeah, record all this, fuck

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, he say he thuggin’, well, that shit ain’t addin’ up (shit ain’t addin’ up)
I’ma keep on flexin’ ’cause these niggas ain’t mad enough (I’m doin’ it)
Bitch, I’m never goin’ broke, shit, my money keed addin’ up
I’ma keep on thumbin’ through hundreds, I count money fast as fuck, uh

[Chorus]
One mil’, two mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up
Three mil’, four mil’, uh, I’ma keep stackin’ up
Five mil’, six mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (add it up)
Seven mil’, eight mil’, uh, money keep addin’ up (add it up)

[Verse 1]
Aye, pressure my motive (motive), I’m thumbin’ through something, we blew out the motor
I jump in the bucket, dress up like a woman (come here bitch), I jump out and bust it in front of the Kroger
Tried to hold on to the holy approach, play for keeps, you gotta know it’s approachin’
Hit a sweep, took a lot of my homies, couldn’t sleep, Julio, he the closest
Brought the Range out, whippin’ the rover, puttin’ change out, nigga, you know it
Don’t change now, I’ma stay focused, just notice, but try not to notice
Big load, bring a pack to the show, we back now, bringin’ it back
Countin’ good, my [?] intact, I’m hood, I perfected a craft
This means I can see through the glass, SS with a digital dash
With a turbo, goin’ launch mode, doin’ circles, still hittin’ the gas
I signed for a brick and a half, touchdown to a milli in cash
I’m in the vet, I’m gettin’ neck from a giraffe and I pray to God we don’t crash
Yeah, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, he say he thuggin’, well, that shit ain’t addin’ up (shit ain’t addin’ up)
I’ma keep on flexin’ ’cause these niggas ain’t mad enough (they ain’t)
Bitch, I’m never goin’ broke, shit, my money keed addin’ up (Gates)
I’ma keep on thumbin’ through hundreds, I count money fast as fuck, uh (Gates)

[Chorus]
One mil’, two mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (Gates, Gates)
Three mil’, four mil’, uh, I’ma keep stackin’ up (add it up)
Five mil’, six mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (Gates, Gates)
Seven mil’, eight mil’, uh, money keep addin’ up (Gates, Gates)

[Verse 2]
Now we back talkin’, got out my feelings, chalk nine, engine got real symbols (do you, Gates)
Glock 9, throwin’ that in the blender, do I gotta mention I’m in the kitchen (I’m in this bitch)
Do I gotta mention, I don’t deliver, ex-girlfriend, I don’t remember (do you, Gates)
Ex-boyfriend, she don’t consider, Goddamn, hm, I get the picture
Vacuum seal one, lower the ticket, vacuum seal numb, I’m ’bout to kill it
Get mad, bitch niggas ability, drop racks, offender a cynic
‘Bout to sit down, talk with the city, free my big round, lower the sentence
Bigger bitch down, holdin’ her titties, meanwhile, while controllin’ the seating
Need help now, loan you a penny, stayed down, would’ve gave you a ticket
Big feet, bitch, why is you trippin’? Don’t get loud, talk with a whisper
When you see me, you know I be glistenin’, lil sneak peak, you know I be listenin’
Sound upset, why is you dissin’? I’ma tap something, make them come get you

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, he say he thuggin’, well, that shit ain’t addin’ up (shit ain’t addin’ up)
I’ma keep on flexin’ ’cause these niggas ain’t mad enough (they ain’t mad)
Bitch, I’m never goin’ broke, shit, my money keed addin’ up (pew)
I’ma keep on thumbin’ through hundreds, I count money fast as fuck, uh

[Chorus]
One mil’, two mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (Gates, Gates)
Three mil’, four mil’, uh, I’ma keep stackin’ up (add it up)
Five mil’, six mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (add it up)
Seven mil’, eight mil’, uh, money keep addin’ up (add it up)

[Outro]
Say, Gates, what’s happenin’?
The fuck, dog, I mean, you love this nigga, dog?
I just keep addin’ up, dog, lemme show him
You know, I just keep addin’ up, you know what I’m sayin’
What up, lemme show him, I’m, huh, I’m him
Wassup?
Luca Brasi

Kevin Gates – Wish I Had It

[Intro]
Anything lost, can be found again, except for time wasted
A vision without action is merely a dream
Action is the grind, it’s the hustle, it’s the persistence

[Verse 1]
In the car while roaming around
All my thoughts been roaming around
Where I come from like a hole in the ground
Silly me still holdin’ it down
Every car pass by with the music on loud while bumpin’ Roaming Around
Tellin’ me to make a hit but I really don’t get why they walked on Roaming Around

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)

[Verse 2]
Light skin and I fight good just like Muhammad Ali
Jab nasty, hook good, just like Muhammad Ali
(Rollin’ bands, in my pants, talkin’ cash, I’mma smash) Hol’ up
Out the streets, stay in the streets all I can do is be me
With Flo Rida, nothing in Common, I’m not a B.o.B
Hustle hard and I’m hands on
I’m a good guy that could transform
Did time I ain’t ask for
Still sendin’ mail through the hatch form
Different city within the city
More over product than a ant farm
L-l-l-look, don’t try this at home

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)

[Verse 3]
I be loaded, thinkin’ of condos (Gizzle, what)
Product of a broken home
Pray but I just hope that I don’t choke what I’m smokin’ on
Potent, ocean-grown, no cologne I just roll
Two-time convicted felon, dumb shit, get at me
Yeah it’s Luca Brasi right here talkin’ bitch you know I got them racks
I’mma shooter, with a shooter, I ain’t never pay for that
Young Money wanna sign me, my rap jacket too violent
Bread Winner, 100it Gang, that’s Dreco and Mazi

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)