
Big Bruddah (Don’t Be Mad) by Kevin Gates Music Download
Big Bruddah (Don’t Be Mad) is a song by the talented musical artist, Kevin Gates and it’s available for your free mp3 download here.
This musical project was one of the track on Kevin Gates’s studio project titled ‘I’m Him 2′.
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Kevin Gates – Big Bruddah (Don’t Be Mad) Lyrics
[Intro]
Say, yeah (This beat fire, TBoy, I'm loadin' up)
Commission probably bring me in front of the board for this one
Big brudda gon' be mad (Major League)
Puerto Rico, LA
There's a lot of them, tell them please don't be mad
(This beat fire, TBoy)
[Verse 1]
Took what I had, left me for dead as if I had to be finished (Woah)
Came back with a Benz, it's cocaine Bentley, emerald cut, platinum, my dentures (Bling, blaow)
Your diamonds twinkle, if it don't glisten, you did not get it from me (Bling, blaow)
Top drop, red interior (Uh), yellow caliber, Turbo S edition
[Chorus]
Arch your back, whop that ass, bust it open (Bust it open)
Flat-footed, lean forward, poke it out and throw it (Throw it)
Left cheek, right cheek, slowly bend it over (Baow)
Had a stressful day today, don't wanna focus on it (I don't wanna focus)
Babe, you some of that motivation, captivate my focus (Captivate)
Arch your back, look back at me, get up in there with it (I don't know)
Left cheek, right cheek, slowly bend it over (Baow)
Had a stressful day today, don't wanna focus on it (I don't wanna focus)
[Verse 2]
She eat that deck off the bone, that shit real official (Too official)
Sacrifices I made for niggas'll probably never get mentioned (Hmm)
Looks get strained and then complain like we in competition (Well, damn)
Women be more grateful, I seen gangsters turn to bitches (Hmm)
I thought as men we hold our own dick when we was pissin' (For real)
I play the game like Killer Stone, swear to God, I miss him (Waa)
Bitch, I feel like Alvin Nelson when I'm in the trenches (Ooh-wee)
Rockin' fitteds, hop out solo with my jewelry glistenin' (Ooh-wee, baow)
Shout out Ox uptown, busy, Booby, black and menacin' (Baow)
Quiet as kept, they say I'm Emilio, control the district (I'm Emilio)
Who want them chickens? Grab a flock, you get a lower ticket (Eee)
Hit my trap, girl, four words, "Come and get me" (Yeah, what up?)
[Chorus]
Arch your back, whop that ass, bust it open (Bust it open)
Flat-footed, lean forward, poke it out and throw it (Throw it)
Left cheek, right cheek, slowly bend it over (Baow)
Had a stressful day today, don't wanna focus on it (I don't wanna focus)
Babe, you some of that motivation, captivate my focus (Captivate)
Arch your back, look back at me, get up in there with it (I don't know)
Left cheek, right cheek, slowly bend it over (Baow)
Had a stressful day today, don't wanna focus on it (I don't wanna focus)
[Verse 3]
Meet me by the shop, the eagle drop in fifteen minutes (Ooh)
Hit my junkie, he pick up, he like, "What up, lil' nigga?" (Mm, yoom, mm)
"You by the shop?" He like, "Yeah, I'm just in here chillin'"
Open the fence, lift the garage, I'm about to pull up in it (Baow, baow)
He checked the camera, when I land, he meet me outside with it (Whazam)
Park the Porsche by the 'Lac truck right on side the Bentley (Vroom)
Jump in the Honda, I be solo when I handle business (Mm-hmm)
Secret rooms, money counters, metal boxes, blenders (Mm)
Floor safes, beaucoup blickers, quipped with drums and switches (Baow)
Secret compartments, ten apartments, money to the ceilin' (Frrt)
Reefer trailers, tractor trailers, back up eighteen-wheelers (Bam, bam)
Decent mechanics and logistics for the trucking business (Shh)
Immigrant construction workers, new construction business
I just built a house in Texas with a tunnel in it (For real, puedo ir a México from the tunnel entrance)
You don't speak Spanish? Make it closer, you can comprehend it (Comprehend it)
I can go to Mexico from the tunnel entrance (Yeah)
Lil' bitty bitch can't hurt my feelings, I got tunnel vision
All that shit I said, big brudda probably wanna kill me
He say I talk too reckless in a song, I'm too descriptive (Fuck him)
You niggas outdated, still trappin' out of rentals (Brr)
I'm a General, for real, nigga, get up with me (Yeah)
Damn near guarantee that every shipment get delivered (I'm him)
That's the old way, we don't put 'em in the fender (In the fender, haha)
I got the new way and I can get up in there with it (Get up in there with it)
[Outro]
Shh, huh, I can get up in there with it (Up in there with it)
Fock how it turn out, bitch, ayy
Get in there
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