Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Satellite, artist - Kevin Gates. Date of issue: 16.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Satellite |
| Kevin Gates, I’m everybody sworn favorite |
| People tend to feel I’m Micheal Jackson reincarnated |
| Satellites, never really made love |
| Alright |
| Satellites, satellites |
| Never really made love, but she gon' get it right |
| Emotions probably telling her she could stay the night |
| But her friends all call us crazy, they don’t give her good advice |
| Satellites, satellites |
| Never really made love, Gates |
| Never really made love |
| Say she never really made love |
| I’ve been shot through the heart |
| Just on the d-low, Lucas Brasi selling kilos |
| Gotta shop outta town and got a spot just around the way |
| Let’s be specific, if I’m the nigga you feeling |
| Am I wrong for showing interest in these women surrounding |
| I’ma straight dick her down and go |
| No time to lounge with hoes |
| On the grind, all the time |
| I done been down this road |
| Strictly need my c-notes, can you keep up with my lingo |
| Some’ll say life is a gamble, which means love is a casino |
| Everybody just playin' to win, think I made again |
| Though many ladies pretend, hoping this ain’t what it is |
| This business I’m in, may make me taking a bid |
| Would you still be my friend, when I’m lonely love |
| Get 'em gone, cause ain’t no one on the phone, but us |
| Someone who strong when it’s rough, someone who won’t give up |
| Ain’t no wasting time, hustle every night |
| Promise everything is alright |
| Satellites, satellites |
| Never really made love but she gone get it right |
| Emotions probably telling her, she could stay the night |
| But her friends all call us crazy, they don’t give her good advice |
| Satellites, satellites |
| Never really made love, Gates |
| Never really made love, oh |
| Say she never really made love, oh-oh |
| People changing on me, I am so sick of the masquerades |
| Grew up poor, had no dishes, ate off paper plates |
| I’m taking aim, brought up in this life I know |
| Baby you a rider and I love when you ride it slow |
| Motion for me girl |
| Arch up to the ceiling, now bend over for me girl |
| Pulling on your hair, while I’m gripping on your ass |
| When I kill it from the back, know you feel it in your back |
| Late night screaming, all of the right reasons |
| Touching, teasing, blowing it might please |
| Make it bite back, I love when it bite me |
| Saying take some out, I know what it might be |
| When your body go to shaking, you’re raising your right knee |
| Bit the pillow with your teeth, I know what it might mean |
| I’ma keep going, I know that the light green |
| Can’t stay still, I’m stroking the right thing |
| Climb in the bed, with a dime in the bed |
| Don’t tell me the spot, I’mma find it instead |
| Big fine muthafucka, she a dime with the head |
| Just got a text, never mind what it said |
| IPhone ringing, I decline with a fret |
| Which color should I press, lime or the red |
| Decline or accept, next line never read |
| Minus the time and the time been the best |
| Told her what it was first time that we met |
| But she cry and get upset every time that I left |
| Satellites, satellites |
| Never really made love but she gone get it right |
| Emotions probably telling her, she could stay the night |
| But her friends all call us crazy, they don’t give her good advice |
| Satellites, satellites |
| Never really made love, Gates |
| Never really made love, oh |
| Say she never really made love, oh-oh |