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Big Bruddah (Don't Be Mad)

Artist:Kevin Gates  Album:I'm Him 2  Writer:Tamarcus Puckett/Sina Sayan  Composer:Tamarcus Puckett/Sina Sayan  Release Year:2025 

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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) 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 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) She eat that dick 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?) 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)



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