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Kevin Gates - Murder For Hire 2 Album Lyrics



Kevin Gates - Murder For Hire 2 Lyrics






F*ck It

[Intro - Kevin Gates & lil Bro:]
Lil Bro: Man, f*ck your DJ
KG: Man, lil brother, you can't be saying f*ck a nigga DJ...
And all that shit
Lil Bro: F*ck em, what can they do for me
KG: You right, My nigga f*ck your DJ
Kg: Lil Bro, you gotta turn my shit on...
So the hoes can be on my dick

[Hook - Kevin Gates:]
F*ck it, F*ck it, F*ck it, F*ck it
I ain't scared to go to jail
I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin
F*ck him
My block roll, lot of control, phone jumping
Just seen a fight, my lil hoes with the scuffling
F*ck it, F*ck it, F*ck it, F*ck it
I ain't scared to go to jail
I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin
F*ck him
In the draught we gon' eat yellin "FLOOD IT"
Took my lick when I went in I'm 100

[Verse 1 - Kevin Gates:]
[?] swag cut up bad my new Mac, Kodak Black
Gold buttons, hold up yeah, Pour up
Wait that was Mazi line first
A lot of niggas been dabbing lately that was Mazi lil work!
No leash, pitbull in the streets
On the dead end, watch how I make it jump
[?] in the game, I ain't stretching [?]
Mentioning my name, Customers will come
Ooh get 'em Gates, hold up get in there
Bitch get it straight, I got 50 [?]
I am not popping bottles on they ass
Full auto, hit the throttle on they ass
Wasn't trying when my pockets doing bad
Now I'm bout to go and really make 'em mad
F*ck how they feel, I don't take it back
Catch a fade in my younger days
Zip shit quick, put you up
[?] bitch you know what up
[?] one, yeah keep it up
Nuk stuck with me through the clutch
I ain't never seen him switch it up
Villy tell the J I say what up
O you heard 'em f*cking, what you tough
I love your mama, know we had it rough
Gangster [?] I was looking up
[?] saw me get it out the mud
He didn't have a shower just a tub
Big Jimmy house on eleventh
12 Big London I'm a stepper
Stanley called me Kevin [?]
Get it

[Hook - Kevin Gates:]
F*ck it, F*ck it, F*ck it, F*ck it
I ain't scared to go to jail
I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin
F*ck him
My block roll, lot of control, phone jumping
Just seen a fight, my lil hoes with the scuffling
F*ck it, F*ck it, F*ck it, F*ck it
I ain't scared to go to jail
I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin, I'm thuggin
F*ck him
In the drought we gon eat yelling "FLOOD IT"
Took my lick when I went in I'm 100

[Verse 2 - Kevin Gates:]
Boobie black went to jail
Streets, I was in 'em knee deep
Real Magnolia die-hard's
Pulling up to get weed
Me and Gunna locked up together
Way back think we did in 90s
You and LVG uptown niggas living grimy
[?] yo [?] bitch I miss you
You still in the trenches, I been grinding
Menace on my mind, I kept it silent
[?] spite argue but I'm dabbing
Lately feeling like I've been surviving (I did)
Jumping out with [?] montana
Out in Watts, cooling out in Cali
Compton menace hit me you know what's happening
I just sent it, You ain't get the package [?]
Miami, hold up man, I'm just rapping
Trapping, run it up, I'm just [?]
I ain't seen [?] her once
Understand it, she gon understand it
In Tarzan, I'm tryna build a mansion
In Topanga, I see Kylie Jenner
Sometimes I see Tyga with her
Neiman Marcus, I just work retarded
I got money problems
Get the picture [?]
100 pints of Ac' and I'm quick to spend it
Islah thuggin that's my daughter laughing
Ain't too many times ain't caught her happy
Conversation [?] look what happen
Pussy street nigga you a rapper
Run up on me, come and see what happen
I'm a die, I ain't from this planet
My lil son bad, I'm his daddy
Your baby mama used to be a daddy
Grown man, you still got a daddy

[Outro - Kevin Gates:]
You still got a daddy, man be for real
Like you is a little boy
Hey look it's Kevin Gates, you heard me [?]
'Preciate you for joining me...
On this adventure that we about to go on
This is Murder for Hire 2
Man let's get into some shit
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






The Prayer

Overseas mixtape tourin'
You was probably thinkin' bout me durin'
Quran with me, thumbin' through the surahs
Needed moisture, wouldn't give you urine
Rest in peace Puerto Rican J
Yo no me canso, what the f*ck he say?
Fat Marquito, who the f*ck are they?
With her mother, probably where she stay

Fat, black, nasty, who your baby daddy?
Sure as hell ain't Puerto Rican Gates
Name in my ear, real 'til you squeal
You no longer silent, on some gangster shit
Hoe get out your feelings
All on Instagram
Internet beef, lil' dirty stinky bitch
Hate I mean this with all my heart when I tell you
F*ck your mama, I just bought a whip

On you pussy where you niggas gotta sit
Sayin' pussy 'cause you sure ain't gotta dick
Born Breadwinner, f*ck that other shit
I-I believe in a sky, a higher power
Shots fired by your favorite rapper
Partner boom boom boom God got my body

God time to shine, I'm not satisfied
Lucas on the line, shut up hoe be quiet
Hoes wanna f*ck Breadwinner Ron
Come on say you don't, hoe you know you lyin'
Pretty motherf*cker, jokers say I'm ugly
Where your real hair? Hoe you know you cryin'
Uncle be blowin' up a nigga phone now
Uh uh nigga, come on keep it where you kept it
Took a lot of L's, I became a veteran
On a set-back, I be steady steppin'

Double duck city, tooly rang movin'
Out the chain gang, 40 with the drum
Same nigga in your party goin' dumb
Diamonds in my mouth, I don't let it run
Rihanna wanna suck a real nigga dick
Really going down, not in no DM
Partner wonder why she won't let it slip
He don't keep it real, hit him on the flip
Meet me 'round the corner, burn him with his kids
Why he got the biz?
He know what he did
Ain't no love when the winners really win
Peddle drugs in a rental, spin your wheels
Junkie name bought a spot, I pay the bills
Cocaine residue up under fingernails
All on top the table and on every scale
Pop's scrips for me, I want every pill

Winter cold summer, never know the feel
Sirens pull up, we already know the drill
Whoop the charge, but we couldn't beat the ride
Schemin' on me, see the look in people eyes
She a demon, while she speakin' Im'ma slide
Nigga winkin' I ain't even muster surprise
Calm in projects, on my feet I need to drive
Two men seeker counter close to twenty-five
Five years ago, when I was twenty-five
Twenty-five, facin' twenty-five to life
Receivin' in, wasn't even read my rights
A bitch you want some money, she can take a hike
Me, myself, and I took my own advice
Breadwinner films, built an enterprise
Had to shoot some shit, depend on which device
Go in inner law, rappers tellin' lies

Keep it platinum, never change homie
Heard they 'posed to got some change on you
You go platinum, family change on you
Mouth is platinum, spout some change on them
I never stress when I'm touchin' me
Think 'bout it 'fore you run up on me
Some will say'll say that they don't f*ck with me
Probably cause they cannot f*ck with me
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Writer: KEVIN GILYARD
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC LTD,






Believe In Me

[Intro:]
I remember the first day that I ever saw you
I knew that I loved you when I saw you
And I was just like... like you f*ck with bums
You f*ck with bullshit niggas like
What is it you see in them, you don't see in me?

[Hook:]
Stayed fly...
Just in case I caught your eye
What is it you don't see in me
You see in those guys
Always been beautiful to me
I'm not hating baby, They not even your type
I fell in love on the first day I met you
But why don't you believe in me?
Why don't you believe in me?
One day you'll believe in me!

[Verse 1:]
Me taking the background
I was thugging hard
Big Ron jumping out of cars
Seen my process get destroyed
Hard to say I love you when I don't
Stubborn, Not admitting when I'm wrong
Smoke clears, Not enough alone
Passing by your grandmothers house
Hoping I could catch you outside
Stepping out, I gotta dress fly
Hoping, we could maybe catch eye
I'm that little nigga now
Balling for billions
I'm leaning, Hell of a feeling now
Turn the lights down, I'm out blinging
God damn just what I was thinking
Big Jigga talking about banging
Actually I'm thinking 'bout sneezing
Never change up
Never change up
Gave the lames up
In the game
Never gave a name up
Murder gang
I am Louie banged up
But I move those thangs
I don't do no gang banging
F*ck the game up
Passing in the bottom
Everybody hollering
They say Gates you came up

[Hook:]
Stayed fly...
Just in case I caught your eye
What is it you don't see in me
You see in those guys
Always been beautiful to me
I'm not hating baby, They not even your type
I fell in love on the first day I met you
But why don't you believe in me?
Why don't you believe in me?
One day you'll believe in me!

[Verse 2:]
I swear them bands singing
Got my phone ringing
All the hoes tend to blow me off lately
Call you back later
Called her back, Chasing
Bread Winner Ron, Rubberband bringing
Bread Winner Films, I'm a shoot ya
Shot by Spencer on the roof
AMG, Big body coupe
Passing through the ghetto, They salute
Broke and out of dough
They was acting like they didn't have smoke on em
Now we on the road, My cologne got a strong odor
Asking where you been at little homeboy
Smell like you got a pound of smoke on ya
Mall shopping look at what I found
Private jets, We not on the ground
12 am, Smell of coffee grounds
Gates right back at it once again
I'm a gangster, My administration
Go and get it, I don't to no waiting man
Pussy rapper made me play the waiting game
Smell like Teen Spirit, I am Kurt Cobain
Smell like Teen Spirit, I am Kurt Cobain

[Hook:]
Stayed fly...
Just in case I caught your eye
What is it you don't see in me
You see in those guys
Always been beautiful to me
I'm not hating baby, They not even your type
I fell in love on the first day I met you
But why don't you believe in me?
Why don't you believe in me?
One day you'll believe in me!
You'll... You'll believe in me
One... one day you'll believe in me
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Writer: KEVIN GILYARD
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC LTD,






Click House

My click house go stupid

My click house go stupid
My click house go stupid (Trappin' out the bag)
Click house goin' stupid (Trappin' out the bag)

Why these motherf*ckers always in the front yard
Shootin' dice on the porch, them lil' niggas got them broads
Sale after sale, the cellphones keep clickin'
The pots on the stove, the cocaine about finished
Killers stone game, I got killer stone wrists
OG Boobie Black can make a half a whole brick
Racks after racks rubber bandin' up the money
I show a lot of love to keep the dope fiends comin'

My click house go stupid
My click house go stupid (Trappin' out the bag)
Click house goin' stupid (Trappin' out the bag)

Woah
All the cars in the yard, loud loud music
Them lil' boys they go hard, them lil' boys stupid
Now they call me Bruce Wayne
Shout out Ivy Liu Kang
I'm like Malcolm, I don't do chains
Dress casual, I can do thangs
Pinky rang, grippin' grain, bitch I'm Don Key
My favorite favorite mixtape OG

Breadwinner team 'til the day that I die
Carolina man spankin', cocaine I supply
I'm like Clyde
I just glide
In the kitchen let it dry
Head up murder, I just seen a homicide
On that mad man shit like bitch I'm finna die
All he got is twenty-five
F*ck it come with twenty-nine

My click house go stupid
My click house go stupid (Trappin' out the bag)
Click house goin' stupid (Trappin' out the bag)

I just got a bid from Bibby
I let Mills re-compress it
I don't do no water whippin' 'less somebody want some extra
Been on springs me and Marlo
My chick got the text from Birdman on the line
Order twenty, 'bout to catch him
F*ck the rap I'm trynna trap out'chere
But I ain't see him cheat
Got it parked in front the mansion
Damn, been like this for weeks
Shit I got so many bricks out'chere
I ain't seen a key
Compartment on the auto start it
I ain't see him leave

My click house go stupid
My click house go stupid (Trappin' out the bag)
Click house goin' stupid (Trappin' out the bag)

Dumb
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Writer: KEVIN GILYARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Great Example

[Intro:]
See this nigga, ya heard me, we come up in the same section
You know I love you to death-
You know I really slang iron behind you and everythang
But you would go above and beyond for some ol' pussy ass niggas that ain't even built like me

[Chorus:]
Talked about behind my back as if I wasn't worthy
Lord knows that I ain't perfect but I sho deserve it
Family hurtin', no one on Earth pick up the slack but me
Send me somebody who won't turn their back on me

Facin' disaster, got it out the mud we made it happen
Keepin' it loyal with your niggas, I'm a great example
You lean on me, I lean on you
Gr-Great example
You kill for me, I kill for you
Gr-Great example

[Verse 1:]
Family in the state missin'
I don't celebrate Christmas
Levels, I don't like pictures
Jail, I don't do visits
You gon' leave, I'm a be in here
I'm a wanna be witcha
Leonardo won the award, I love you, you a real nigga
Ever fumble, he'll lift me
Plug don't front it I'm a rip'em
Real war, mind yo business
In the coupe, juice Bentley
I-I'm gettin' that money lil' nigga
I'm thumbin' through hundreds lil' nigga
Slept on floors, Ramen noodles
Daddy pimp hard, like them movies
I go stupid

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Used to get high but I kicked it
Shootin' dog food in my dick
Shit comin' up missin' bitch ass niggas say that I'm stealin'
Went to jail takin' my lick, betcha can't never say that I'm squealin'
Real nigga out of Memphis
If he ever need me I'm dippin'
Commissary came Christmas
Nobody sendin' me nickels
Just an old path full of dope brass on a top rap with no pictures
Adecaine on C4, late night epp out vicious
Play with' it then I'm out there
Breadwinner shit, let's get it
Woah

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Landlord Brasi man
Fast car, private plane
EDA, IDK
I'm a be fly today
Whip in the exotic
Just told lil' Fee I'm a fly away
Petey like, "Kevin you trippin'
You ain't held up, and you livin'"
I am not out here pretendin'-
I'll catch me a body mayne
Dick in lil' mama, squealin' feel like a body SPRING-
No one can save you from me
No one can save you from me

[Chorus]
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Writer: KEVIN GILYARD
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC LTD,






Lil Nigga

[Intro - Speaking:]
Yea-
My lil' niggas, I mean...
All of them whippin' up foreign
You know they DUMB, Breadwinner retarded
You already know
You know, and they move solo, you know
Nigga really raising men out here, you heard me?
My lil' niggas go hard, you know

My lil' niggas

[Chorus:]
I could never tell you nothing wrong
Bitch you my lil' nigga, I just wanna see you strong
My lil' niggas, thugging just like me you hold your own
Young and got respect and your f*ckin' money long

Bitch you my lil' nigga
Every time the dicks behind me, me I pray to God
Lil' brother sayin' we gon' be okay cause he gon' take the charge
Every time the dicks behind me, me I pray to God
Shout out to God, nigga I just whooped an open charge

[Verse 1:]
Pressure, I be roaming 'round the jungle at night
Streets love me but f*ck 'em, they tryna take me down
Somehow, I be rollin' round, in bounds
Outta town, I don't be outta bounds
Too dirty I'm clutchin'
2: 30 I'm jumpin'
In and out the mix, it's too early for jugglin'
Hoes turn to tricks, too thirsty they bummy
Swing back stop,.230s I'm drummin'
We f*cked the same bitch, she both thinkin' we love her
He hit her from the back, I be glistenin', she be suckin'
I don't pillow talk, my dick Dumb & Dumber
Okay I'm wrapped out, I'm out, she let me punt it

[Speaking:]
That's how me and my lil' nigga rock it
If she don't wanna be shared then we don't share
But...
Man you f*ckin' with me?
I'm about to come over there and come f*ck with you

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Caught the nigga that had shopped me
Hopped out -bow- with the clips there
Over top you got in your ear
Yea, G shit on the real
Yea, sleep shit on the rear
You know, street shit be for real
Caught him, had to duck him out
Name rangin' I let it clear
Baby mama f*ck with your partner
Heart broken, just let it heal
Respect level on the ten
No sucka shit, don't pretend
Pussy conversation, you ever grind then you in
Big bricks on the bid
Stand alone, you don't bend
On the phone with coffee drinkers
Reportin' live from the pen
Rock one on the phone with me
[?] he helped me out there
F*ck with [?], he gutta he know we bout there
'Round the corner from your house where the driver gon' let me out there

[Chorus]

[Speaking:]
Shit, nigga what you doin' out there?
Shit, yea bruh just hold it down
You know you my lil' baby bruh
You look just like me, I'm slangin' iron behind you
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Writer: KEVIN GILYARD
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC LTD,






Showin Up

[Intro:]
Boss man, main thing
Main thing want to f*ck me
Boss man, main thing want to f*ck me
Love me
Show me love
Love me
Yeah

[Hook:]
Bad bitches wanna f*ck me
Yeah, yeah, shawty love
Bad bitches wanna f*ck me
Yeah, yeah, you know
Shawty love the way I
Shawty love the way I
Shawty love the way I
I think I'm cutting off
I'm a hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up
All that ass you got behind you
Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you
I mean, I mean where the f*ck they find you?
Where the f*ck they find you?
I'm a hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up, showin' up

[Verse 1:]
Hold up, pause
Break the knob, speaker going out
Two big booty bitches, both cheeks poking out
If I feel played everybody getting robbed
[?] motherf*cker going on a car
Listening to 3 6, slob on my knob
If I don't know you I don't wanna, I don't like the vibe
Disrespect me, I'm a die, see it in my eyes
Hit my dog, hit the mall, what you did, drop a bag
In the fast 9, bragging 4 50, eighty tag
Got a chick, she Dominican and she have a ting
Portuguese on her, big knots going [?]
Throw some D's on her, I'm a rich boy
I'm a tell her they can sleep on you when your bitch made
How can I tell my mama, she gon' lose respect for me if I don't die
Bless her heart, she gon' be upset me with I ain't fly
I'm retarded, I'm a dog, I'm a lil [?]
Pulling up, happy meals right outside of Benihana's
Try to drink a million, know he really want to see me honored
Mulsanne, no need to toss a hater, 'bout to see me bubble
Nigga he be want to shoot the shit but he ain't saying nothing
Got around a nigga, acting weird like he up to something
Drop 50 racks back [?] a nigga touched them
Game played above his shoulder
Can't think, get the shovel

[Hook:]
Bad bitches wanna f*ck me
Yeah, yeah, shawty love
Bad bitches wanna f*ck me
Yeah, yeah, you know
Shawty love the way I
Shawty love the way I
Shawty love the way I
I think I'm cutting off
I'm a hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up
All that ass you got behind you
Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you
I mean, I mean where the f*ck they find you?
Where the f*ck they find you?
I'm a hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up, showin' up

[Verse 2:]
Hold up, pause
Break the knob, speaker going out
Attempts at the [?] say your beeper going off
I just hate Kevin Gates, he be showing off
Big name, getting heavy, horsepower on the Chevy
Money white, counting Betty, bad bitch, we together
Jugg man, another level, [?] crib, jewelry section
18k, plain jane, Lance bought a bezel
Freak or we can f*ck [?] again, so f*ck 'em up
All black 750 with the peanut butter guts
Ooh it's just big 5, motherf*cker running up
Pumps in the bump, booty going bumpabumpabump
Shoes on, watch me, drunk man, what the f*ck
Beem, boom, beem, bam, boom, yeah, going dumb
Glock, boom boom boom boom, now you want to duck
You was on the gram talking tough, now you want to hug
Hundred fifty bands on the bluff, cause get a cut
Moving on, better thoughts, cleaner weed, cleaner living
Catching bags at the cleaners, even made a cleaner killing
What he said? F*ck a nigga, I ain't really get to hearing
Lately I been running out of seconds tryna get a minute
Using a metaphor, I figured you would get the picture
Shawty bad, she a ten, blowing gas in Virgina
Express pass, had to get it, you ain't get the picture?

[Hook:]
Bad bitches wanna f*ck me
Yeah, yeah, shawty love
Bad bitches wanna f*ck me
Yeah, yeah, you know
Shawty love the way I
Shawty love the way I
Shawty love the way I
I think I'm cutting off
I'm a hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up
All that ass you got behind you
Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you
I mean, I mean where the f*ck they find you?
Where the f*ck they find you?
I'm a hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up, showin' up
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Writer: KEVIN GILYARD
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC LTD,






Off Da Meter

Automatic, automatic, panoramic coupe
That's my girl, she like to ride panoramic too
We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof
We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof

Roll my weed, then
Pour my lean
Would you believe I'm blowin' up?
Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up
Hard to deal with this depression lately I've been throwin' up
The hoes they used to hate me, love me now
My phone been off the meter
My phone been off the meter
I don't want to talk to nobody
And don't want nobody around me
Fantasizing about me
They can wait down in the lobby
Privacy, please leave my privacy
I don't want to talk to nobody

Oh, whoever thought you would lie to me
Supposed to be right here on the side of me
Countin' me out and you doubted me
Street nigga, I hit the lottery
We was supposed to be married
Pack all our bags, run away to the altar
Anyone play with my love put a dent in they shit like the strait of Gibraltar
God love his children, he's awesome
He sent me an angel who's flawless
Got shot in my mouth in '05
Knocked out my teeth, it was awful
Was rendered unconscious, I called you
4:30 AM, you recall it?
Now that's just a thing of the past
We in the Lennox and turned up retarded

Roll my weed
Pour my lean
Would you believe I'm blowin' up?
Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up
Hard to deal with this depression lately I've been throwin' up
The hoes they used to hate me, love me now
My phone been off the meter
My phone been off the meter
I don't want to talk to nobody
And don't want nobody around me
Fantasizing about me
They can wait down in the lobby
Privacy, please leave my privacy
I don't want to talk to nobody

Oh, no one alive could do your body like I do
Got a plug from out of town and we've been making major moves
I know Vyron Cater, the real Vyron Carter
Actin' like you don't believe me
Pull out my phone, I could call her
Breadwinner, never change
We the strongest label in the game
Cocaine paint on the Range
And it's money over everything
A couple niggas switched on me lord
But I'ma still stay the same
Rolling round, I'ma row it down, boulevard mail in the paint

Roll my weed
Pour my lean
Would you believe I'm blowin' up?
Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up
Hard to deal with this depression lately I've been throwin' up
The hoes they used to hate me, love me now
My phone been off the meter
My phone been off the meter
I don't want to talk to nobody
And don't want nobody around me
Fantasizing about me
They can wait down in the lobby
Privacy, please leave my privacy
I don't want to talk to nobody

Panoramic coupe
That's my girlfriend she like to ride panoramic too
We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof
We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof

Ohh she like to ride remove panoramic coupe
Ohh she like to ride remove panoramic coupe
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Writer: KEVIN GILYARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Back to: Kevin Gates


Murder for Hire 2 is the fourteenth mixtape by American rapper Kevin Gates. It was released on May 27, 2016, by his own independent record label Bread Winners' Association and Atlantic Records. Unlike his other mixtapes, that were released for free and for retail, this mixtape was strictly for retail purposes only.

Kevin Gates wants to release another studio album but Atlantic Records said that they didn't allow him to release another studio album until February 2017 so he announced the sequel to Murder For Hire. The mixtape is available to stream on Spotify and Apple Music but not currently available on DatPiff.
Performed By: Kevin Gates
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 29:02
Released: May 27th, 2016
Year: 2016

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