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Kevin Gates

Making Love

 

Making Love

(album: Luca Brasi 2: Gangsta Grillz - 2014)


[Verse 1:]
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 juuging the city, at night I lick on her vagina
Shakira ain't want me to fuck with Sharita, backdoor Vicky with Dewana
Trapping a package, I wrap it, get at me
When Dominique pull up, I serve, he leave happy
Shout out to Spanky, we flooding the drought
We on College at IHOP and Cherish can't stand me
My pants is sagging 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 stepping
Calling 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 something to tell him

[Hook:]
And I'm married to my hustle, making love
And ain't nothing in this world could break us up
And I'm married to my hustle, making love
And ain't nothing in this world could break us up
Think about respecting, everything I said, I meant it
Racing modification on the Maserati engine
Pull up on the block, my bad, I'm sorry y'all hating
Shitting ordinary life, fuck all of y'all lately
Gazing out the sunroof, wonder why she not performing
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 fucking with don't do no sparking
Don't do no talking, 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
Remembering 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 smiling
And he know his dad'll turn this bitch to Afghanistan
No problem

[Hook]

done

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