kevin gates making love

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Baby don't mind, I'm headed to the bottom
[?], just watch 'em

Make a left on East Buchanan, pull up in a backyard on Caroline

Me and Lil Ra Ra, we juugin' 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 earnings'll come from a bundle whatever

In the cell I can see all the pain in his eyes

And I wish I had somethin' to tell him

[Hook:]

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.O. 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

And first as the powder, 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

[Hook]

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