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Plies – All Thee Above Lyrics


[Hook: Kevin Gates]
You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
You get dick, you get gifts, you get all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
I’m in lust, I’m in love, I’m in all of the above

[Verse 1: Plies]
Can you stay down like Dreka did?
Send me them nudes when you miss the kid
They can’t make me cheat on you
Ain’t nothing you could do to make me beat on you
When I get hard, can I eat on you?
Come through late night to put D on you
Box so good, she legendary
Crush lil mama necessary
Got a nigga hard like February
What we got ain’t monetary
She my independent girl
Say she love me many, girl
She been round for a minute, girl
I’ll take care of you and your mama, girl
House stay clean like [?]
Can’t none of these chicks keep up with you
Christian Louboutin got me and bae drippin’
Bottle after bottle coming, me and bae sippin’
Blue Hunnids on the light, me and bae grippin’
She A, B, C and D so stay outta our business

[Hook: Kevin Gates]
You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
You get dick, you get gifts, you get all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
I’m in lust, I’m in love, I’m in all of the above

You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
Never budge, flush the drugs, yeah, all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
And fuck a side bitch ’cause ,girl, you really love

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
I remember when I first met you
Black Honda was in the spot
I saw you walking by, we walk into the light
Asked if I could come with you, we all been through a lot
When I pulled you to the side and I’m trying
I’m trying be in your life
I’m tryna fast forward, smoking on meteorites
Sick of your last boy
You say you need me in your life
Being a plie, it is I, hold on
Smack down but my heart stone cold

[Verse 3: Plies]
Ay, buy you a house and move you to Boca
You ain’t gotta drive, I’ll get you a chauffeur
If I am your Stedman then you is my Oprah
We can be next big Bee & Hova
Will I arrive for her?
Will I slide for her?
Will I die for her?
All of the above

[Hook: Kevin Gates]
You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
You get dick, you get gifts, you get all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
I’m in lust, I’m in love, I’m in all of the above

You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
Never budge, flush the drugs, yeah, all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
And fuck a side bitch ’cause ,girl, you really love

[Verse 4: Kevin Gates]
I had to admit, I been a gangsta
Been to the penn and you ain’t changed me
Giving you gifts ’cause you amazing
Always showing appreciation
Red one initiate it
I’m in the spirit of winning paper
All fits are custom tailored
I am not mingling with the haters
We like Ali, we the greatest
Porsche willing to block
I’m the one willing the spot
I’m the one touching the back end
I’m the one to eat on your clit from behind
Then hit you hard from the back end
We doing yoga, you back bend
I lick on your titties and tap in

[Verse 5: Plies]
It’s four in the morning, I walk in the house
I’m busy drunk but I’m digging in your shit
You is asleep, I’m waking you up
Fuck on each other, we do it to bed
A, is it sex?
B, is it love?
C, is it chemistry?
D, it’s all of the above

[Hook: Kevin Gates]
You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
You get dick, you get gifts, you get all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
I’m in lust, I’m in love, I’m in all of the above

You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
Never budge, flush the drugs, yeah, all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
And fuck a side bitch, the girl you really love


Kodak Black – Free Cool (Pt. 2)


[Intro]
Money gave him power and a bigger ego
That money gave him power and a bigger ego
I’m in a Thunderbird, I’m slidin’ wit’ my Desert Eagle

[Verse 1]
Money gave him power and a bigger ego
Free my nigga Cool
My nigga, we tight like speedo
All my niggas goin’ fast, they gettin’ Rico
Free my nigga Jackboy we like Stitch and Lilo
I still be ridin’ wit’ fire, steering wheel on the right
I still be out of my mind, still be gettin’ real hype
I be on D’useé no lie, smokin’ on cherry pie
I promise I ain’t goin’, that’s that other guy
I ain’t take no shortcut, this shit ain’t come easy
Christian Louboutin is drippin’
When I step, I’m leakin’
Christian Louboutin, you would think I’m bleeding
They say that I’m next, don’t jinx me
Eat it up, baby, then drink me
I ain’t ever ask for nothing, my momma said "Don’t beg"
If you got it and I want it, then I’m on your head
My nigga been hidin’ lately, he think I want him dead
But I don’t want you to die, I want you to see me shine
I couldn’t make lemonade, so I made lemon-lime
Life gave me lemons, so I made lemon-lime
Kodak that nigga that green, Kodak that nigga that slime
That money done gave me power, money done turned me sour
I remember I was rockin’ Enyce, now I rock Givenchy
Run up on me, that’s risky
Run up on me, don’t tempt me
My tank on full, you empty
Smokin’ on gas like Wawa
Project Baby, got promethazine all in my baba
Free my nigga, flip with my nigga, flip a nigga like Kraby Patty
Flyin’ anywhere, my propellers be on aerobatics
All I know is rob, all I know is jack it
I ain’t ever had no job, I ain’t ever had no daddy
Dress it up, baby, like salad
Eat it up, baby, you nasty
Ain’t got no snacks in the cabinet, just some goddamn ratchets
Big Cardi be winnin’, I’m winnin’, ’cause that’s my goddamn twin
If Cardi be winnin’, I’m winnin’
Cardi B won, I won
My bitch said she want her hair done, part in the middle wit’ a bun
My bitch said she want her nails done, French tip, London
My bitch said she want her hair done, lace front, no bun
My bitch said she want her toes done, French tip, London
I don’t wanna see you cry, momma wipe yo’ eyes
I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly

[Outro]
I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly
I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly