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Taking Off
1,649
Hip-Hop/Rap
Taking Off was released on November 24, 2009 by Duetti (Migration) as a part of the album Behind Enemy Lines
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Release DateNovember 24, 2009
LabelDuetti (Migration)
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter

Lyrics

I want talk a lil' shit, I mean can I talk a lil' shit, I be
A lot of y'all that went to school with me, you heard me
Y'all might know me
Y'all might run up to me like, y'all the **** keepin' gates but
A lot of people don't know
My mama Puerto Rican, you heard me?
So, she like to call me Marcella's Kevin Gates
My grandmother, mi abuela, she call me Luca Brasi
Let's get it right
Pritchard Ben with your new lead singer
He cheerleading, full court press, clock under pressure
We dream team him
Game winning points, we call it the buzzer beater
My name start buzzings, I'm nothing like other people
Wayward arranging words, they say I'm a puzzle eater
Vocabulary extensive, sometimes **** puzzle people
I'm from the south, you see what I talk like
Catching rounds out of vowels or mustache you walk like
Steady getting stacked at the bottom of the map
Bitch, you scared of the hood, I put the bottom on my back
Big Whoop, D-dub and Footstone Boy, Arrogant T
We rock arrogantly, no freak staring at me
I let my pants sag, everybody had to copy
I can fuck your girl, so you know you need to watch me
Pussy ain't what's up, I really gave them hoes up
See me in the club, had to speak and so, I know what's up
Man, I'm hot as a motherfucker, you don't see?
Kelvin Gates, dead game
Look who's taking off
Walkin' light, check out the target time
I could take it off
See me coming on my shirt
Watch me take it off
You got something on your mind
****, I could take it off
Kelvin Gates, dead game
Look who's taking off
Walkin' light, check out the target time
I could take it off
See me coming on my shirt
Watch me take it off
You got something on your mind
****, I could take it off
My swag, I sit on the ceiling with hopes of grabbing a million
And rapping while having the happiness, back to bagging and pitching
Financially, mathematically, acrobatically flipping
Handcuffing is apprehended
They know I'm stabbing, they women eat the pussy real good
And wood the back of their kidneys say I'm working with some jugs
But only after they get it picking up
What a blockhead, my collection, who get that?
My appreciation to everybody who copped that
You s'pposed to be a gangster, my congregation on baddies
Spot them, they getting dotted, my neighborhood who getting shot at
We'll pull up on any corner where you hanging out
Pull it, bang, leave your fucking brain really hanging out
Kelvin Gates, dead game
Look who's taking off
Walkin' light, check out the target time
I could take it off
See me coming on my shirt
Watch me take it off
You got something on your mind
****, I could take it off
Please don't get mad, I'm about to put one out there
True story
Started fucking with Jennifer, her **** tried to stop me
He mad 'cause I'm a rapper, but she fucking everybody
Pretty Puerto Rican kid, I got her out of body
Speaking about Spanish, so you know you gotta watch me
Instead of saying thank you, I most likely tell her gracias
Most fellas keep it gay, Spanish call me Luca Brasi
Remember me from Mckinley, I was fresh in my Hirachis
You call me Kelvin Gates, but she call me Luca Brasi
Man, about Chicago ain't got shit to do with that
Say you skeeting, go to sleep, then she dropping through a thing
Dominique know I don't fop, I put Lani through a thing
One of the reason I ain't leave her, she could make a booty smile
Kelvin Gates, dead game
Look who's taking off
Walkin' light, check out the target time
I could take it off
See me coming on my shirt
Watch me take it off
You got something on your mind
****, I could take it off
Kelvin Gates, dead game
Look who's taking off
Walkin' light, check out the target time
I could take it off
See me coming on my shirt
Watch me take it off
You got something on your mind
****, I could take it off
Pops make my beats, I'm straight witchu
Written by: Kevin Gilyard
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