Kevin Gates – Let It Sing (Official Music Video)

Lyrics for “Let It Sing” performed by Kevin Gates

Oh, flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a n**ga, n**ga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a n**ga, n**ga I don’t trust a wedding ring

Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing..②

Sip out the canister, rollin’ up cannabis
I’m not permitted to cross into Canada
Fired my manager, Robert Horry in the game
Switch place, story stay the same
Bail came in the mail, bust it down
You would think I’m Tory Lanez
Broke prayin’ for a whole thang
Shot the tecs and a load came

Flex on ’em like I’m Billy, bought a new hip, then told her, hit me
Tryna get next to me like I’m Tristan
You think I’m really ’bout to let you get me
You think I’m really ’bout to let you bill it
You think you really ‘posed to get a Bentley
All you do is stalk other ho’s pages
You cannot afford a payment on a Civic

Keep it professional when you DM me
You know your sister be all in my business
Copyin’ everythin’ that I delivered
TMZ I’m fightin’ with Dreka
We cannot do this in front of the children
Lovin’ this s**t, she gon’ go get a pistol
Know this so crazy, probably wanna kill me
How could you leave me

Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a n**ga, n**ga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a n**ga, n**ga I don’t trust a wedding ring

Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing..②

Cookin’ up, let me do what I want
Gold Rollie, touch, Cutter gon’ launch
In Cali, just call me an ally
You tell me the addi and daddy gon’ punch
Crunch time, gotta count in the clutch
Bust down, not the ho with the blunt
Breakin’ open a pipe, pourin’ dope in the cup
Partner bought it, ’bout to open it up

Big Body, doors openin’ up, big Jamaican unloadin’ the truck
Big weight ’bout to go in the trunk
Bad b**ch, give me brain in the trunk
Just jugg, four M in a month, two-fifty book a show, I’ma come

Cappin’ like they got more than us
Matter of fact, I just ordered up
Shopliftin’, they recorded us
‘Member back on the motorbus
I could remember you treatin’ me s**tty
Back then ’cause I wasn’t important enough

Straight from the back, how I’m grippin’ the b**ch
Throwin’ d**k in her kidney, she ballin’ up
In the mirror I glisten’, the button ignition
The engine go RAH, when I start it up

Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a n**ga, n**ga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a n**ga, n**ga I don’t trust a wedding ring

Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing..②

Ay, forgive me if I’m not energetic and hunky dory around this b**ch
When I got a motherf**kin’ GPS monitor strapped to my leg
When I got a motherf**kin’ P.O. tellin’ me I can go travel to spend money
But I can’t travel to make money
You know, forgive me for not being enthusiastic, you heard me
When I got these f**kin’ d**k suckers on my motherf**kin’ back
24 hours a day, playin’ wit’ me, you heard me
And now you f**kin’ playin’ wit’ me…

➤ Produced by Go Grizzly
Album: Chained to the City
Kevin Gates 2018

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