Kevin Gates - Lil Yea Lyrics
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Lil Yea Lyrics Kevin Gates
I can't stand to see you treated bad
I drop that bag 'bout you
Get a smashed 'bout you
You know you my lil' yeah, right?
Even though I'm not your main, you're not my girl
I'ma call you my lil' yeah, yeah
And I can't stand to see you treated bad
I drop that bag 'bout you, yeah, yeah
Get a smashed 'bout you, you my lil' yeah, yeah
If you ain't know, you know, we ain't supposed to do, you my yeah, yeah, yeah
Ever say you run along, cash, I bless you with bands you
You could live up by the trap, in my section, I'm yeah, yeah
On the block, I drop the work off
Skrrt off (Yeah), I got my shirt off
You know I'm yeah, yeah
I'm 'bout you, I'ma do what I'm supposed to do
You my yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't need the lights, cameras, I will caught you starin' at me
Don't believe in second chances, want you right there, bae, beside me
Had it bad, [?] relationship, any better
Tryna get your groove back to swaggin' like you [?]
And I'll get you pregnant, we both grown, we could make plans for action
No games, you say we cannot walk away, I'm on it backwards
Wanna get behind me, yeah, that ass a traffic, love the way you bouncin'
Transaction, you could make me shy, admit it, I'm a little romantic
We could get out of here, I'll take you where I live
I'll freak you right, I will, I'll freak you right, I will
Sit down on the couch, take your shoes off
Let me rub your body, rub your body
Lay down on the couch (Yeah), take your shoes off (Yeah)
But let me rub your body (Yeah), before I turn you on (Mwah)
Kiss all in your crack, my tongue all in your ass
Grip your waist and pull you around, right before I dick you down
Even though I'm not your main, you're not my girl
I'ma call you my lil' yeah, yeah
And I can't stand to see you treated bad
I drop that bag 'bout you, yeah, yeah
Get a smashed 'bout you, you my lil' yeah, yeah
If you ain't know, you know, we ain't supposed to do, you my yeah, yeah, yeah
Ever say you run along, cash, I bless you with bands you
You could live up by the trap, in my section, I'm yeah, yeah
On the block, I drop the work off
Skrrt off (Yeah), I got my shirt off
You know I'm yeah, yeah
I'm 'bout you, I'ma do what I'm supposed to do
You my yeah, yeah, yeah
Feelin' special, yeah, when I'm carressin', bookoo sex appeal
Do vacation, you been several places, like you better here
Let the pressure buildin' up on your shoulders, kiss your bottom lips
Seen your stomach when I'm droppin' [?], that's a lot of dick
Face down, make up sex
Choke her while I fuck her, she in love with that
When I'm strokin' so much, she [?] from the back
Know that dick done took your soul, you come runnin' back for me, love
Even though I'm not your main, you're not my girl
I'ma call you my lil' yeah, yeah
And I can't stand to see you treated bad
I drop that bag 'bout you, yeah, yeah
Get a smashed 'bout you, you my lil' yeah, yeah
If you ain't know, you know, we ain't supposed to do, you my yeah, yeah, yeah
Ever say you run along, cash, I bless you with bands you
You could live up by the trap, in my section, I'm yeah, yeah
On the block, I drop the work off
Skrrt off (Yeah), I got my shirt off
You know I'm yeah, yeah
I'm 'bout you, I'ma do what I'm supposed to do
You my yeah, yeah, yeah
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