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