Kevin Gates - Making Love lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Making Love lyrics

[Verse 1] Baby don't mind, I'm headed to the bottom [?], 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 vagina Shakira ain't want me to f** 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***as 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 [Chorus] 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**tin' ordinary life, f** all of y'all lately Gazin' out the sunroof, wonder why she not performin' This b**h don't wanna eat my dick, 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 [Verse 2] Awesome, we almost home And them n***as you f**in' with don't do no sparkin' Don't do no talkin', I will not ever see d**h Listen carefully, n***a, I'm flawless Illuminated by the highpower Enlightened but walk in the darkness Cast not your pearls to the swine, young n***a 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**h to Afghanistan No problem [Chorus]