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letra de makin love - kevin gates

baby don’t mind, i’m headed to the bottom
there go them d-ck, just watch ’em
make a left on east buchanan, pull up in a backyard on caroline
me and lil ra ra, we juugin’ the city, at night i lick on her v-g-n-
shakira ain’t want me to f–k with sharita, backdoor vicky with dewana
trappin’ a package, i wrap it, get at me
when dominique pull up, i serve, he leave happy
shout out to spanky, we floodin’ the drought
we on college at ihop and cherish can’t stand me
my pants is saggin’ with ’bout 30 bands
masquerade in new orleans when i spotted jasmine
cedar pull up in atlanta with bizzy
that’s bread winner business, that’s b–bie and menace
they land and say “stand up” and eat n-gg-s chests
rip reezy, uptown in my section
fear of allah and all praise be to god
be my only protection whenever i’m steppin’
callin’ out to the creator
that earnings’ll come from a bundle whatever
in the cell i can see all the pain in his eyes
and i wish i had somethin’ to tell him
and i’m married to my hustle, makin’ love
and ain’t nothin’ in this world could break us up
and i’m married to my hustle, makin’ love
and ain’t nothin’ in this world could break us up
think about respectin’, everything i said, i meant it
racin’ modification on the maserati engine
pull up on the block, my bad, i’m sorry y’all hatin’
sh-ttin’ ordinary life, f–k all of y’all lately
gazin’ out the sunroof, wonder why she not performin’
this b-tch don’t wanna eat my d-ck, i told his ho don’t bother
pull over, kick her out the car, won’t even tell her sorry
it’s a long walk back to b.r.o. while in georgia
awesome, we almost home
and them n-gg-s you f–kin’ with don’t do no sparkin’
don’t do no talkin’, i will not ever see death
listen carefully, n-gg-, i’m flawless
illuminated by the highpower
enlightened but walk in the darkness
cast not your pearls to the swine, young n-gg-
rememberin’ what i had taught you
i am the way and the truth and the light
and i’ve been up 40 days on a flight
overcooked dope with a grams complexion
and first as the powder, was white
my oldest son lil’ tyler
every time he ’round me he smilin’
and he know his dad’ll turn this b-tch to afghanistan
no problem

- kevin gates

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