Shit - Kevin Gates：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

Shit

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Shitは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2021年2月19日にBread Winners' AssociationによりリリースされましたOnly the Generals, Pt. II

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アルバムOnly the Generals, Pt. II

リリース日2021年2月19日

レーベルBread Winners' Association

言語English

メロディック度

アコースティック度

ヴァランス

ダンサビリティ

エネルギー

BPM

概要

歌詞

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Kevin Gates

Vocals

Avery On The Beat

Avery On The Beat

Programming

Bricks Da Mane

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Avery Cockerill

Avery Cockerill

Songwriter

Charles Eric Driggers

Charles Eric Driggers

Songwriter

Kevin Gilyard

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

John Will

Mixing Engineer

Avery On The Beat

Avery On The Beat

Producer

Bricks Da Mane

Producer

歌詞

[Intro]

Yeah (Oh my God, is that Avery?)

Out here

Yeah

Yeah

[Chorus]

I don't owe a **** shit

I'm a grinder, I wasn't built to ride the bench

Forgot about my problems, I got rich

I got bitches, I got ****, family members on my dick

Who talk behind your back when you don't wanna give 'em shit

I don't owe a **** shit

Lose the chance if you don't take the risk

I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is

I don't owe a **** shit

Bitches gettin' pregnant, keep you from your kids

Then complain 'bout what you haven't did

I don't owe you bitches shit

[Verse 1]

Presidential Day-Date, 18 karat plain jane

Reminiscin' times that meals was missin', havin' hunger pains

Remember when the bitch that you was feelin' played a bunch of games?

Remember when them **** lent you somethin' and tried to stain your name?

Big body Benz say, "Dick, how you holdin' up?"

Pillow talkin' with them hoes that I don't wanna fuck

Street ****, shout out to my **** out in Memphis

You sneak dissin' Brasi, pussy ****, you got titties

Posted in Atlanta, Fitness Center, in here workin'

Gossipin' like bitches, you lil' **** went got surgery

Remember that last time that you ain't wanna see no murder?

Remember MAC-11 Kevin? Dealer, yo, I'm servin'

Real ****, what up? Know I like to cut up

Non-convicted felon-ass ****, shut the fuck up

I sent that bitch from jail, paid his bill and got him bossed up

Villa by the water, barber givin' me a touch-up

With the hand, I'ma stand, carbon drum up on a come up

Big bitch'll rip your stomach, probably make you cough a lung up

Big bitch here hold a hunnid, better pray this bitch get hung up

Bricks from Colombia delivered on a dump truck

[Chorus]

I don't owe a **** shit

I'm a grinder, I wasn't built to ride the bench

Forgot about my problems, I got rich

I got bitches, I got ****, family members on my dick

Who talk behind your back when you don't wanna give 'em shit

I don't owe a **** shit

Lose the chance if you don't take the risk

I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is

I don't owe a **** shit

Bitches gettin' pregnant, keep you from your kids

Then complain 'bout what you haven't did

I don't owe you bitches shit

[Verse 2]

Thank God for uniforms, Lord knows I wasn't fresh

I used to wear my mama Bongo jeans or some dirty sweats

Dreaming 'bout that texture, swear to God, I want big rings

Cars with the big chains, cigars with a sick dame

Load of clothes in the washer, your lil' drawers still got shit stains

**** 'round the corner puttin' that dick all in your bitch brains

How is she to blame? She just addicted to the lifestyle

Pop out, drop the top, who not gon' let me lay that pipe down?

Pull her hair and hit her from the back, b-b-b-ba-yow

Gotta catch a play, I cannot stay, okay, goodbye now

Remember when they passed by you and laughed while you was walkin'?

God blessed you with a swag, you got that bag, look who talkin'

Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, you could scram, you're a toadie

No one's got a name for it, don't know what to call it

Lean by the liter, but you not a alcoholic

Say you wanna grab a dub, why the fuck you stallin'?

Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth, I'm forever ballin'

Dior slides, Polo tees, on an island flossin'

Jim Carrey, you get outta line, I gotta choke ya

My name Kevin and I'm home alone like Macaulay Culkin (Kevin)

[Chorus]

I don't owe a **** shit

I'm a grinder, I wasn't built to ride the bench

Forgot about my problems, I got rich

I got bitches, I got ****, family members on my dick

Who talk behind your back when you don't wanna give 'em shit

I don't owe a **** shit

Lose the chance if you don't take the risk

I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is

I don't owe a **** shit

Bitches gettin' pregnant, keep you from your kids

Then complain 'bout what you haven't did

I don't owe you bitches shit

Written by: Avery Cockerill, Charles Eric Driggers, Kevin Gates

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