文本歌词

Mr. Brasi (Prod. By $hop With Ken) - Kevin Gates
Lyrics by：Kevin Gates
Composed by：Kevin Gates
Well when Johnny was first starting out
He was signed to this personal service contract
With a big bandleader
Nobody else
And as his career got better
And better he wanted to get out of it
Now Johnny is my father's godson
And my father went to see this bandleader
And he offered him 10000 dollars to let Johnny
Go but the bandleader said no
So the next day my father went
To see him only this time with luca brasi
Time with luca brasi
Time with luca brasi
Time with luca brasi
Time with luca brasi
I don't know when I have to come in
Gus you gonna have to signal me
Throw them fours up there
They gonna love that the children
Of my section gonna love that
Broke bread in the trenches ligaments incoherent
Luca brasi story skid is itching to hear it
Bread winner go fly no kites on me
Got white on me catching crack sales all night homie
Got a smoker system with a pipe on it
Got a digital scale critical well
N***as watching for the bread team
Morning steak with the baked beans
9-milli holding 18
Ed sheeran a team customers awaiting
**** around with this ****
No prison sentence escaping
Everyday I'm praying best friends don't betray me
Young guy really p***y a gangster he's portraying
Mad 'cause he ain't me your girl ****ing with muk-muk
Left jail back to the kitchen like martha stewart no cookbook
My daddy made me look good but that's not no good look
White jet screeching off in a vault my speakers bought
In zion city on fourth street strapped by the crotch car seat
Of course we know but her life is boring
Pouring promethazine in a one liter of mountain dew
Fountain of youth I've just discovered
Uncovering who I really was
In the game I am aggressive
I'm even handed meaning ambidextrous
Cannon wet ya' while you're rambling reckless
No short-taking round here
I'm a street n***a got beef with ya
Touch everything in your family
My baby momma big booty *****
Her grandmother can't stand it
My pants on but they sagging ****
Who can't understand it
Let d arci and lil mogul so my bg's understand it
Somewhere on the corner possibly on a soma
Caught a whiff of aromas absorbing most of the odor
***** I'm cold I'm a soldier
Remote control for the moment
They tuning in to gates gas station boost mobile phoning
Platinum patron is making her have convulsions
Look who taking office kevin gates while in office
Used to have a brain unfortunately I lost it
I know it's got a name but don't know
What I could call it
Retawdid
Retawdid
Retawdid
Retawdid
On TV screens thugging hard won't need no green
Smoking gonna bring me cheese
Bad ***** and she on her knees
Talking 'bout she won't do this thing
All I know is
Who is like to
I blow the brains out brains out