Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Ya Back, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song In the Meantime, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2017
Record label: Skyrocket Media
Song language: English
Get Ya Back |
Girl. |
you got my mind to the max Imma rock ya body |
(Tonight we go to the max, let it be no stopping) |
Bedroom lights, wanna rock ya body |
(And if you freaky I eat it and beat it so proper) |
Can’t remember feeling like |
(Weak sex be similar to a bad joke) |
Never seen her feeling like |
Probably want a million right |
(The way I’m feeling you really could get ya back broke) |
Never knew a nigga like this |
(Let me hit you from the back, get ya back, get ya back broke) |
Probably want a million right |
(Let me hit you from the back, get ya back, get ya back broke) |
Never knew a nigga like this |
(Let me hit you from the back, get ya back, get ya back broke) |
Well it be like I try to fuck em right after I meet em |
Nibble her ear, rubbing her clit, lot of touching and teasing |
We went from just conversing briefly to frequently speaking |
Rocking my boxers watch you model Victoria’s Secret |
I mean that |
I gotta glimpse of you naked, I lean back |
She rawer than an uncut package of clean crack |
First time ever 'round real street niggas |
In a hood where Dead Game like the dream team nigga |
Here I go caressing her thighs, rubbing her titties light |
Know that she was stressing with guy, cause he ain’t did it right |
Kiss it but won’t lick in the middle, and he don’t hit it right |
Kevin Gates, I’m sick of this nigga, he just won’t get it right |
We can do it like this, Imma be real with ya |
Counter top, halter top, let me deal with ya |
Living room, sofa sets, don’t it feel different? |
Your man coming home, tell him he can deal with it |
Rough sex, bed shaking, her legs facing the ceiling fan |
My hand placed on her waist, facing the pillow sham |
From the back, all in the mirror pushing her ass out |
Grip her ankle, pinching her nipple, pulling her tracks out |
Feeling her reflection, being pleasured in a glass house |
Went that extra measure, made it special before she passed out |
Hit her on the floor, hit her on the couch |
Make her tap out, blow her back out |
It’s like a movie the shower steams, the shower scenes |
This our thing, and she replies with louder screams |
The phone ring and two servers brought in the room service |
This like a dream cause how it seem is too perfect |
Licking her lips with her ready face and her negligee |
And if we finish too early we’ll take a second take |
I can’t forget when I saw you out on the balcony |
So I made it my business to raw you out on the balcony |