Letra de Lil Yea - Kevin Gates

I can't stand to see you treated bad

I drop that bag 'bout you

Get a nigga smashed 'bout you

You know you my lil' yeah, right?

Even though I'm not your man, you 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 nigga 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

Ever say you runnin' low on cash, I bless you with bands

You could pull 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 recall you starin' at me

Don't believe in second chances, want you right there, bae, beside me

Had a bad breakup, new relationship, any better

Tryna get your groove back to swaggin' like you Angela Bassett

Ain't no disrespect, but 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 that ass in traffic, love the way you dancin'

Transaction, 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 your hair, right before I dick you down

Even though I'm not your man, you 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 nigga 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

Ever say you runnin' low on cash, I bless you with bands

You could pull 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 here, when I'm carressin', bookoo sex appeal

Few vacations, you been several places, like it better here

Let the pressure buildin' up on your shoulders, kiss your bottom lips

Seen your stomach when I'm droppin' lumber, 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' in slow motion, grip you from the back

Know that dick done took your soul, you come runnin' back for me, love

Even though I'm not your man, you 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 nigga 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

Ever say you runnin' low on cash, I bless you with bands

You could pull 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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