Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Satellites, artist - Kevin Gates.
Date of issue: 11.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Satellites |
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 |