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letra de eater - kevin gates

[intro]
yeah (p crisco got that heat, boy)
go r-t-rded (ain’t that dj chose over there?)
i’m out my mind, you hear me (look like dj chose)
yeah, uh, ayy, i’m gone

[chorus]
big fan, she gon’ bust it down, three-point stance
godd-mn, what the f-ck was wrong with her last man?
b-tterfly, way she make that booty go, “bop, bop”
scared of her when she go to reachin’ for her hair tie
she go, “gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk,” my lil’ eater
she go, “gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk,” my lil’ eater
she go, “gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk,” my lil’ eater
she go, “gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk,” my lil’ eater

[verse 1]
throw that ass, when it’s shakin’, i’ma watch, bend it ovеr, make it whop
both hands on your knees, push ’em back, make ‘еm lock
baby stand up on your toes, come on, breathe through your nose
i’ma throw it in your soul, ooh, bop, bop
she said she in love with me, you ain’t got no choice, b-tch
you a real street n-gga? get you a detroit b-tch
reverse cowgirl, motorbike ’cause she runnin’ from it
in her stomach, cummin’ on that pipe, ain’t no runnin’ from it
bae, you know it ain’t no time to talk
i’m kevin gates, i got enough of d-ck for all of y’all
slow motion, pull her hair, grip her ass, slow stroke her
told her friends, no pretend, real d-ck thrower
[chorus]
big fan, she gon’ bust it down, three-point stance
godd-mn, what the f-ck was wrong with her last man?
b-tterfly, way she make that booty go, “bop, bop”
scared of her when she go to reachin’ for her hair tie
she go, “gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk,” my lil’ eater
she go, “gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk,” my lil’ eater
she go, “gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk,” my lil’ eater
she go, “gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk,” my lil’ eater

[verse 2]
slim waist, arched ass, i can’t compare her to n0body
grabbed her hair tie, get in her bag, that’s with no problems
she’ll look you dead in the eyes and suck your soul out you
make your toes curl, holy, hahaha, no more
i don’t get tired, you know we not finished, it ain’t over
ride d-ck, put your cl-t down, hold onto my shoulders
my b-tch, i spit in your mouth, f-ck you, i’ll choke you
i’ma make your friends watch you while i pin you to the sofa
f-ck with me, get in touch with me
hit you with that d-ck, you done fell in love with it
i said, “baby, f-ck with me, get in touch with me”
hit you with that d-ck, you done fell in love with it

- kevin gates

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