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Making Love Lyrics - Artist : Gates, Kevin
Yea I had figured out what it mean
See a nigga just do something pussy 'Cause they just won't see They just won't see as if You know I'm in a real thing And like that Awesome awesome Don't even call me Kevin no more Call me awesome Kevin Gates Call me awesome Boy drama [Verse 1:] Exit off Highland, headed to the bottom There go them dicks, just watch 'em Make a left on East Buchanan, pull up in a backyard on Carolina Me and Lil Ra Ra, we juug in the city, at night I lick on her vagina Shakira ain't want me to fuck with Sharita, backdoor Vicky with Dewana Trappin' a package, I wrap it, get at me When Dominique pull up, I serve, he leave happy Shout out to Spanky, we floodin' the drought We on College at IHOP and Cherish can't stand me My pants is saggin' with 'bout 30 bands Masquerade in New Orleans when I spotted Jasmine Cedar pull up in Atlanta with Bizzy That's Bread Winner business, that's Boobie and Menace They land and say "Stand up" and eat niggas chests RIP Reezy, uptown in my section Fear of Allah and all praise be to God Be my only protection whenever I'm steppin' Callin' out to the creator That Aramis will come up from under whatever In the cell I can see all the pain in his eyes And I wish I had somethin' to tell him I don't get tired And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up Think about respectin', everything I said, I meant it Racin' modification on the Maserati engine Pull up on the block, my bad, I'm sorry y'all hatin' Shittin' ordinary life, fuck all of y'all lately Gazin' out the sunroof, wonder why she not performin' This bitch don't wanna eat my dick, I told his ho don't bother Pull over, kick her out the car, won't even tell her sorry It's a long walk back to B.R. while in Georgia [Verse 2:] Awesome, we almost home And them niggas you fuckin' with don't do no sparkin' Don't do no talkin', I will not ever see death Listen carefully, nigga, I'm flawless Illuminated by the highpower Enlightened but walk in the darkness Cast not your pearls to the swine, young nigga Rememberin' what I had taught you I am the way and the truth and the light And I've been up 40 days on a flight Overcooked dope with a grams complexion It first hit the pot it was white My oldest son lil' Tyler Every time he 'round me he smilin' And he know his dad'll turn this bitch to Afghanistan No problem I don't get tired And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up Think about respectin', everything I said, I meant it Racin' modification on the Maserati engine Pull up on the block, my bad, I'm sorry y'all hatin' Shittin' ordinary life, fuck all of y'all lately Gazin' out the sunroof, wonder why she not performin' This bitch don't wanna eat my dick, I told his ho don't bother Pull over, kick her out the car, won't even tell her sorry It's a long walk back to B.R. while in Georgia I had really did that the nigga thought I was stunting bitch ain't wanna bless me ya heard me I told her, "Look bae go get that out the trunk for me." You know Soon as she went and got it You know She forgot the Aston Maritn had the automatic close button Skirt umph And it wasn't my whip, it was a rent I'ma keep it one thousand You heard me? Man you know I'm all the way out there, I don't get tired |
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