Makin Love (Luca Brasi 2: Gangsta Grillz 2014)

Текст песни Kevin Gates - Makin Love (Luca Brasi 2: Gangsta Grillz 2014)

I had figured it out what it be
See a nigga just do somethin' pussy because they just won't see
They just won't see as if, you know, I'm in a real thing (Beat Zombie)
And like that (awesome, awesome), we gon'
Really don't even call me Kevin no more, call me awesome (Kevin Gates)
Call me awesome (Bo Drums, Gangster Bizzy)

Exit off Highland, headed to the bottom
There go them dicks, (I see 'em) just watch 'em
Make a left on East Buchanan, pull up in a backyard on Carolina
Me and Lil Ra-Ra, we jug in the city, at night I lick on her vagina
Shakira ain't want me to fuck with Sharita, backdoor Vicky with Dewana (whadup)
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 (run it out)
And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up (nothin')
And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love (run it out)
And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up

Think about respectin', everythin' 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

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 high-power, enlightened but walk in the darkness
Cast not your pearls to the swine, young nigga
Rememberin' what I had taught you

I am outweighin' a truth and a lie
And I've been up 40 days on a flight
Overcooked dope with a grayish complexion
When it first hit the pot it was white (true)
My oldest son lil' Tyler
Every time he 'round me, he smilin'
And he know his daddy would 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 (ain't nothin')
And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love
And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up

Think about respectin', everythin' 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

I had really did that, nigga thought I was stuntin'
The bitch ain't want 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 Martin had the automatic close button
Skrrt, broom
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