Kevin Gates, I'm everybody sworn favoritePeople tend to feel I'm Micheal Jackson reincarnatedSatellites, never really made loveAlrightSatellites, satellitesNever really made love, but she gon' get it rightEmotions probably telling her she could stay the nightBut her friends all call us crazy, they don't give her good adviceSatellites, satellitesNever really made love, GatesNever really made loveSay she never really made loveI've been shot through the heartJust on the d-low, Lucas Brasi selling kilosGotta shop outta town and got a spot just around the wayLet's be specific, if I'm the nigga you feelingAm I wrong for showing interest in these women surroundingI'mma straight dick her down and goNo time to lounge with hoesOn the grind, all the timeI done been down this roadStrictly need my c-notes, can you keep up with my lingoSome'll say life is a gamble, which means love is a casinoEverybody just playin' to win, think I made againThough many ladies pretend, hoping this ain't what it isThis business I'm in, may make me taking a beatingWould you still be my friend, when I'm lonely loveGet 'em gone, cause ain't no one on the phone, but usSomeone who strong when it's rough, someone who won't give upAin't no wasting time, hustle every nightPromise everything is alrightPeople changing on me, I am so sick of the masqueradesGrew up poor, had no dishes, ate off paper platesI'm taking aim, brought up in this life I knowBaby you a rider and I love when you ride it slowMotion for me girlArch it to the ceiling, now bend over for me girlPulling on your hair, while I'm gripping on your assWhen I kill it from the back, know you feel it in your backLate night screaming, all of the right reasonsTouching, teasing, blowing it might pleaseMake it bite back, I love when it bite meSaying take some out, I know what it might beWhen your body go to shaking, you're raising your right kneeBit the pillow with your teeth, I know what it might meanI'mma keep going, I know that the light greenCan't stay still, I'm stroking the right thingClimb in the bed, with a dime in the bedDon't tell me the spot, I'mma find it insteadBig fine muthafucka, she a dime with the headJust got a text, never mind what it saidIPhone ringing, I decline with a fretWhich color should I press, lime or the redDecline or accept, next line never readMinus the time and the time been the bestTold her what it was first time that we metBut she cry and get upset every time that I left
