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Therapy Shit 4
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What Are The Lyrics For Therapy Shit 4 By Kevin Gates?
Ay, ay, ay, you ain't gotta love me, baby, what I tell hoes
Go to trip and I'mma buy me some Chanel, ho Them I'mma rock this shit in front ya on a cellphone Hit the ground, go to flexin' from a cellphone Independent big girl and she got her own apartment Every night she set the mood and she don't like to argue A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama I do it, I stick it I stick it, I do it Suppressor, I'm pressure, but this is, a Uzi I f*ck with, lil Britney, and shoutout, lil Scooby It's up there, I'm ignant, stop talking, let's do it Word around town, I'm with another nigga bitch Gotta be Alam busy dealin' with my kids You love your ho then cuff her, f*ck what other niggas think Her bootyhole retarded, pussy good, her mouth the same She know that we beefin' and she started running games She know we ain't speaking, can't get caught up in her ways Watch her from behind, gotta holla and that's on gains Slap her nine times, roll around, whatchu thank! Free my nigga Malucci! White toe, headband, let's do it Before they started twerking They used to pop the coochie Before you started rapping, you weren't gangsta, you was pussy You know you scared uhh, hold up there goes OG Boobie I'm runnin the bread up, I got Huli right here coolin' Controlling me, yeah love, I got shooters who got shooters Exposing a real nigga, that's some shit that we not doing We hide the floss by Brooklyn Go ask Rylo how we movin Oh she can't drop me off, I just jump out and go stupid Wrong way to dumb way I think y'all know how we doing I'm paying luxury tags, you know, yeah, I can't relate I'm on the phone with Gucci Mane, gato, vato, he jew in the bank I'm in the building, we can relax Baby come near me, Dreka be strapped We got some children, they gon' be strapped Said you want kill me, nigga what's happening I got Urkel goggles on I've been flexing on my phone Hold up nigga, watch yo tone What the f*ck is you on Big poem from the shoulder Big bone with some chrome Dude thought he was in power, got removed from his throne Bitch I'm pressure on my end I'm pressure on my end I'm pressure on my end I'm pressure on my end Bitch I'm pressure on my end I'm pressure on my end Bitch I'm pressure on my end I'm pressure on my end I forgot what I was saying, retarded When I walk in the room You can't tell I'm ready to diamond What's happening with you Rocking a shirt with a collar, I got it, we up I feel like you wasted my time and we up Jump in your shit got a problem what's up You think I don't got it, I'm bout it, what's up You know that I'm rockin, you know I don't bluff Walk in your thot, and I'll stab in your guts I do not care about bunny cut up Meant to say public, it must be the crush Anybody that knows me, if you've ever been around me Or ever had the opportunity to be blessed to be in my presence I'm upright, independent and fearless at all times I don't engage in no bullshit I mean, unless, it's with my lil team You know, other than that, you know All relationships are circumstantial to me I'm pressure Jump in the dashboard I'm thuggin, I'm playin rover I still was sufferin internally, whenever you came over You told me whatever decision I make that we would remain closer But you kinda changed over Just try to remain sober Kick dirt on my name, I maintain, then I stay focused They get on Instagram and take shots at me, thinking I ain't noticed I got a thing on top my neck, it got a brain on it I got a thing inside my chest, it got some stains on it I hit the shower, go workout and I don't think on it You draw your sword get met with force, you can bank on it I'm uptown in a Porsche, got my name on it On south 12th, but of course, got my name on it On Carolina and on Alyss, got my name on it Go ask Lil Derrick, on St Joseph, got my name on it Pressure on my end, now it's time to wild out We don't do no drive-bys, we spin through then we hop out Jump straight out, then run them bitches, all |
Who Wrote Therapy Shit 4 By Kevin Gates?
Kevin Jerome Gilyard
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What's The Duration Of The Therapy Shit 4 By Kevin Gates?The duration of Therapy Shit 4 is 4:08 minutes and seconds. |
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