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Kevin Gates - Fuk Em (Lyrics)

🍕Kevin Gates - Fuk Em (Lyrics) 🍕Lyrics: [Intro] If you really gettin' it how you say, then hold your watches up If I let 'em live, I'm back to gettin' it in, them niggas time up They ain't gotta ask me what it is, I throw mine up Lil' fine shit, ain't got no time to talk, lil' bitch, I'm tryna fuck [Chorus] Judge, fuck 'em DA, fuck 'em Free the real out the pen', I miss 'em, I love 'em Hoes, fuck 'em Niggas, fuck 'em If they ever violated, fuck 'em, let they mama love 'em My team winnin', my teeth hittin' Recovered off a fumble, thеn I ran it up in minutes Hoes, fuck 'em Niggas, fuck 'еm Hold it down for my kids, I miss 'em, I love 'em [Verse 1] Ayy, who the fuck is you? You ain't standin' like I'm standin' You ain't gangster like I'm gangster, applyin' pressure, you ain't no Phantom (At all) You ain't got stripes, you ain't no tiger Concrete jungle, you ain't no animal You ain't swaggin' like I'm swaggin' Huh, Louis bandana tied around my neck, the belt to match, Gucci bandana Trappin' a Jim Jones, Killer Kam, Juelz Santana You ain't even water to Baton Rouge, still in the trenches controllin' traffic (Huh) You don't pull up and hop out solo You ain't Mr. Louisiana Ayy, wassam? Bitch, I'm out here I'm Mr. Louisiana (For real) Ouu, lost my train of thought, I ball back up on a addy I took a good girl, I hit from the back, she want me to be her daddy (Ouu) Breadwinner be on the hat with the strap, it's cute when I turn it backwards, ouu (Ouu) [Chorus] Judge, fuck 'em DA, fuck 'em Free the real out the pen', I miss 'em, I love 'em Hoes, fuck 'em Niggas, fuck 'em If they ever violated, fuck 'em, let they mama love 'em My team winnin', my teeth hittin' Recovered off a fumble, then I ran it up in minutes Hoes, fuck 'em Niggas, fuck 'em Hold it down for my kids, I miss 'em, I love 'em [Verse 2] On the internet tryna build it, actin' like they don't fuck with us (Why? Huh?) Heat the city up (Why? Huh?) Bitch, you know what up (Why?) Gettin' the strip and gettin' it born (Huh?), I'm 'bout to heat this bitch back up (What up?) And who started sayin' I'm him? Could you remind this bitch, again? (I'm him) Kodak, on that broccoli, I'm a healthy kid (I did) Who gon' act like they ain't catch it? Huh, rewind this bitch, again (For real) You ain't invisible hand sense Sprint to the back, Mariah Carey Mouth a movie, Brasi platinum Pop out, everybody starin' Bunk beds, diamonds cross the T-O-P and bottom bracket (Bling, blaow) Went and saw Kevin Sands, I could've bought a Phantom My new bitch super bad and we be turnin' heads in traffic (Straight up) [Chorus] Judge, fuck 'em DA, fuck 'em Free the real out the pen', I miss 'em, I love 'em Hoes, fuck 'em Niggas, fuck 'em If they ever violated, fuck 'em, let they mama love 'em My team winnin', my teeth hittin' Recovered off a fumble, then I ran it up in minutes Hoes, fuck 'em Niggas, fuck 'em Hold it down for my kids, I miss 'em, I love 'em