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Giant Video (MV)




Performed By: Kevin Gates
Written by: James Morris




Kevin Gates - Giant Lyrics




Option the spring cleaner popular being seen
Talking candy I was thinking
Of aquamarine green serve by the empties
Throw it out tha window
I got work who tryin to get it
I'm going outta business drop your money off
I get my bitch to throw it out the window
Newman bought a box of Goodies
Blow it out the window phone ringing
"Midget man jus keep it gutter now you
Touch it you will kill it man"
Inconsiderate idiots consider me a rapper
Shitty how I'm pissing on the
Stitching in the mattress mentally bananas
Grippin on the cannon a lyricist God damnit
Can't afford another injury
Meant to be riding Phantoms
Meant to be gettin clemency
Keep it street when you mention
Long nose in a choke hold
Smoke the top of your chimney

Quite - stay silent
To niggas with jive tendencies
Full-fledged runnin back
Nuttin like a Emmitt Smith
Need to see the green
For 22 like I'm Emmitt Smith
Feelin lit - Jumping out a Civic
What the business is seein sick signatures
Stick him leave him stickin
Like a window sill sip a lot of lean
Cough medicine fetish

Thought he was taught better
He talk reckless I wet him
Squeeze at a mosquito
Let's all catch him to stretch him
Feel like I'm a lame
I walk with that aggression
Get him lost - o get crossed off
You better tell him

Step up out the whip errbody lookin
Fake rappers sellin dope errrbody Cookin
Change on my brains ain't nobody took it
Walk around like I'm a Giant
Feel like everybody pussy

See me in the club errrbody lookin
Kept it strong when you right or wrong
Errrbody hookin
I ain't trippin on them bitches
That's errrbody pussy
Walk around like Imma Giant
Feel like everybody pussy

I said this already
Ice glisten nights lights
In the night life flight right
You listen twice i'm so proud of my niggas
All this powder they flippin
I copped a house moved out
Then remodeled the kitchen

I be droppin consistent
Rockin a collar with tennis
You don't want no money you go shoppin
You poppin them skittles

Can't see on side you
Without gridnin just watch and you get it
And if I did then I'm most likely
I'm not who you figured

I'm just slightly content
With livin this obvious image
I ain't want no part of this
You pussies invited me in it

Now my vitamins' kickin in
And my vitals are lifted
Kevin Gates labeled me a great
By my title's restricted blackberry phone
Watching me type in my lyrics
Read from the bible seeking vengeance
With innocent niggas bitches tell no lies
Automatic four five
Clutching on my genitals till I die
Say hello why

Step up out the whip errbody lookin
Fake rappers sellin dope errrbody Cookin
Change on my brains ain't nobody took it
Walk around like I'm a Giant
Feel like everybody pussy

See me in the club errrbody lookin
Kept it strong when you right or wrong
Errrbody hookin
I ain't trippin on them bitches
That's errrbody pussy
Walk around like Imma Giant
Feel like everybody pussy
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Option the spring cleaner popular being seen
Talking candy I was thinking
Of aquamarine green serve by the empties
Throw it out tha window
I got work who tryin to get it
I'm going outta business drop your money off
I get my bitch to throw it out the window
Newman bought a box of Goodies
Blow it out the window phone ringing
"Midget man jus keep it gutter now you
Touch it you will kill it man"
Inconsiderate idiots consider me a rapper
Shitty how I'm pissing on the
Stitching in the mattress mentally bananas
Grippin on the cannon a lyricist God damnit
Can't afford another injury
Meant to be riding Phantoms
Meant to be gettin clemency
Keep it street when you mention
Long nose in a choke hold
Smoke the top of your chimney

Quite - stay silent
To niggas with jive tendencies
Full-fledged runnin back
Nuttin like a Emmitt Smith
Need to see the green
For 22 like I'm Emmitt Smith
Feelin lit - Jumping out a Civic
What the business is seein sick signatures
Stick him leave him stickin
Like a window sill sip a lot of lean
Cough medicine fetish

Thought he was taught better
He talk reckless I wet him
Squeeze at a mosquito
Let's all catch him to stretch him
Feel like I'm a lame
I walk with that aggression
Get him lost - o get crossed off
You better tell him

Step up out the whip errbody lookin
Fake rappers sellin dope errrbody Cookin
Change on my brains ain't nobody took it
Walk around like I'm a Giant
Feel like everybody pussy

See me in the club errrbody lookin
Kept it strong when you right or wrong
Errrbody hookin
I ain't trippin on them bitches
That's errrbody pussy
Walk around like Imma Giant
Feel like everybody pussy

I said this already
Ice glisten nights lights
In the night life flight right
You listen twice i'm so proud of my niggas
All this powder they flippin
I copped a house moved out
Then remodeled the kitchen

I be droppin consistent
Rockin a collar with tennis
You don't want no money you go shoppin
You poppin them skittles

Can't see on side you
Without gridnin just watch and you get it
And if I did then I'm most likely
I'm not who you figured

I'm just slightly content
With livin this obvious image
I ain't want no part of this
You pussies invited me in it

Now my vitamins' kickin in
And my vitals are lifted
Kevin Gates labeled me a great
By my title's restricted blackberry phone
Watching me type in my lyrics
Read from the bible seeking vengeance
With innocent niggas bitches tell no lies
Automatic four five
Clutching on my genitals till I die
Say hello why

Step up out the whip errbody lookin
Fake rappers sellin dope errrbody Cookin
Change on my brains ain't nobody took it
Walk around like I'm a Giant
Feel like everybody pussy

See me in the club errrbody lookin
Kept it strong when you right or wrong
Errrbody hookin
I ain't trippin on them bitches
That's errrbody pussy
Walk around like Imma Giant
Feel like everybody pussy
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Writer: James Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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