Kevin Gates – Double Dutch Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre you wanna come out here?
Who  you talking up?
Ay,  please leave me alone
I’m on the Breadwinner swim team
I dived into you shit

[Verse 1]
Every  night I pray to God that the Lord forgive me
Somebody  try me and don’t top me‚ then they coming with me
You just be talkin’‚ I be stalkin’ with that mini Glizzy
You  ever cross me‚ I’ma lay you in a coffin with it
I been thuggin’ all my life, this a cold sport
Big ol’ Muslim up in rank, and I’m like Jeff Fort

[Bridge]
Bread Winner‚ big driver
Bitch,  you ain’t living like I’m living, you a dick rider
Bread Winner‚ big driver
Bitch, you ain’t living like I’m living, you a dick rider
They know we move like ghosts out here
I’m moving in the signs of these nine you heard me?
I pull up by myself solo, presidential
I got 10,000 angels with me, you know what I’m saying
[?] was knowing how I was coming

[Verse 2]
Division 9 gang members saying they gon’ fly today
I got my shirt off in this bitch, like why this bitch ain’t flyin’ yet?
I’m up in rank and mutual con, I got mayco and fog
I got bricks of that perico, I’m a Puerto Rico dog
They said I couldn’t kill my way to the ClearPort
But where I’m from, you want respect, you gotta kill for it
Hold up let me take this call, this lil’ bitch, her fine-ass
Put that pussy on me slow, bow-bow, grip her fine ass
Our videos, we don’t post, old hoes do the most
Me and bae made a toast, look at them like jokes
Get to turning up my nose, if they ever wanna approach

[Chorus]
Like what’s happenin’ with you?
I hope you know I ain’t just rappin’ with you
I had my back against the ropes, you started actin’ different
My nuts be hangin’ to the floor, I got that package with me
Straight off the boat, I got that dope and got to swaggin’ with it
Ay bitch, I double up, I have the gutter tucked
I bought a peppermint flip to a buttercup
I’m not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back, grip the bubble butts

[Verse 3]
Amsterdam, by the water, bitch, I’m in a dam with it
Used to do Camaro’s on a slab with the wham in it
Now I’m seeing things, living foreign, sippin’ teas, I’m important
Yellow thing, we recording, riding me like a ‘Rari
I’ma keep standing tall, tatted back, and I’m scarred
Like a [?], big dreams, got ’em all (Thumbin’ through it)
I’m in magazines, I don’t pour it
I’m takin’ chances, made a champion
Half of you who judge me, probably wouldn’t know what disaster was
Phone number’s platinum, I got action on the cannabis
We not like we used to, you not on my calendar
Heavy in my new coupe, no one in the passenger

[Chorus]
She like, what’s happenin’ with you?
I hope you know I ain’t just rappin’ with you
I had my back against the ropes, you started actin’ different
My nuts be hangin’ to the floor, I got that package with me
Straight off the boat, I got that dope and got to swaggin’ with it
Ay bitch, I double up, I have the gutter tucked
I bought a peppermint flip to a buttercup
I’m not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back, grip the bubble butts

Lil Yachty – Count Me In

[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[Verse]
Bangin’ out the mothafuckin’ back door
Yeah, you sippin’ but you not sippin’ Act’ though (facts)
Double C’s on my feet, gang bangin’ Bs (gang)
Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Vietnamese (hah!)
Crew of bitches poppin’ percs, E’s and triple C’s (pop)
Off top, gimme top ’cause you just a sleaze (slurp)
She want head, she want head, I said, "Nigga please" (hah)
Touch my riches, you’ll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (brr)
I been flexin’ for a while now (whoo)
Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah
And this clip got twelve left, like a dial now (pew pew pew)
If I get robbed, 911 who I don’t dial now, yeah (brrr)
Rap niggas tryna steal my style (hah!, huh)
Stackin’ shit, call me Yachty Rothschild
Bet it like a game of poker, poker face, Code Lyoko (lil’ boat)
These niggas po-po, Benz sit on 24-4’s (skrr)
That shit go skrt, skrt, she eat nut like a burger
She said, "It’s sweet", she said, "It’s sweet, just like nectar" (yeah)
I walk around the city of Atlanta with a Vector (brr)
Aye, these niggas got me hot
Dumb bitch don’t you ever dare pop up at my spot (no)
Talking ’bout you mad, that’s some shots at yo’ dad
I ain’t here to conversate if it ain’t ’bout a dollar (cha ching)
Number 9 on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (gang)
I done gave so much knowledge, I done turned to a father (goddamn)
And my brother from the south, on the run, he’s a robber (yeah)
Kickin’ doors, bangin’ hoes, had to stay ten toes (whoo)
In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin’ on ten hoes (whoo)
Aye, fuck with me (yeah)
I’m rich as hell, yo’ bitch love on me (gang)
You don’t have to like me, just don’t talk, just don’t fuck with me (fuck it)
Aye, uh, had to get it out the Civic (yeah)
Is there smoke pussy boy? Please be specific (for real)
And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific
Had to get a new account numbers look terrific (hah)

[Chorus]
And yeah you can count me in (yeah, mhm)
Fuckin’ on some hoes, you can count me in (okay, mhm)
Hittin’ up them stores, you can count me in (mhm)
Rollin’ in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrt, hah)
Yeah, you can count me in (mhm)
And yeah you can count me in (yeah, mhm)
Fuckin’ on some hoes, you can count me in (okay, mhm)
Hittin’ up them stores, you can count me in (yeah)
Rollin’ in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrr skrr)
Yeah, you can count me in (hoo)