| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Satellites , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Stranger Than Fiction, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп