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Kevin Gates – Don’t Know Lyrics

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Kevin Gates – Don’t Know Lyrics

Don’t Know Lyrics by .

[Verse 1]
Pardon the body, wide body switching lanes
Difference, me and you are not the same
Keep going, steady ducking methods bitch niggas steady throwing at me
Swim through it, going for the cheddar
Big dog running through the letters
Now I got young niggas slanging K’s, no mistake, and they know better
Now I got some sons I done raised, white t-shirts, rocking J’s
Trap house through a brick a day, I meant to say they be serving J’s
Probably do a nine day in rocks, clear tech ticking, that’s a watch
Got that out the work, a cell block
Closed cell restrictions, C-C-R
Still calling shots on the yard, I don’t need a rod, I am the rod
Believe in God not a bodyguard
Tatted bad, bought a lotta scars
Cold heart got my body hard
Mills in the lab when I record
M’s on the table, got employed
Drop something, perfect timing for it

[Hook/Chorus]
To hide my scars from the next life, most likely why I dress nice
You tell me you just burned something, I probably tell you, ‘that’s nice’
Maneuver through the trenches, foreign vehicles headlights
Y’all be itching when thanking, many might believe it’s head lice
Jump out, don’t get star-struck, clique out, clip wit’cho car up
Big Gates just gave auto, while sipping coffee at Starbucks
Vacuum-seal it all up, resin resembles sawdust
I’m him, got many nicknames, they don’t know what to call us

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[Verse 2]
Transforms speak less, yeah
Big drugs, we that, yeah
I bought a loft to chill, she couldn’t stay ’cause her p—y was ill
Hit from the back, throw it back, I’m like, ‘eeh!’
Pull her hair, wrap it up in my wrist
Get wit’ me, got some money to get
Private driver keep the wheel in the road
X-ray machine tripping the load
Magnetics, speed thermometer slow
Out in Illinois grabbing ’em whole
On , caught a trick for a pole
On your lap, I could hit you wit’ dough
On your cap, you get hit for a O
(?) bread, holding shop in the snow
In the back, catching that at the store
Send money to my n—-s for soap
On land, I’m a blessing with clothes
Pray to God business never exposed
Everybody living under the code
Real player, I ain’t tryna get chose
Many call, few only get those
(?) tryna soak in your nose
Mugged up, kinda show ’em my goals

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[Hook/Chorus]
To hide my scars from the next life, most likely why I dress nice
You tell me you just burned something, I probably tell you, ‘that’s nice’
Maneuver through the trenches, foreign vehicles headlights
Y’all be itching when thanking, many might believe it’s head lice
Jump out, don’t get star-struck, clique out, clip wit’cho car up
Big Gates just gave her auto, while sipping coffee at Starbucks
Vacuum-seal it all up, resin resembles sawdust
I’m him, got many nicknames, they don’t know what to call us

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