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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Frank
Christopher Frank
Composer
Marcellus Kevin Gates
Marcellus Kevin Gates
Lyrics
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
John Will
John Will
Mixing Engineer
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Spatial Mixing Engineer
P.Crisco
P.Crisco
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah (P Crisco got that heat, boy) Go retarded (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 Big fan, she gon' bust it down, three-point stance Goddamn, what the fuck was wrong with her last man? Butterfly, 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 Throw that ass, when it's shakin', I'ma watch, bend it over, make it whop Both hands on your knees, push 'em back, make 'em 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, bitch You a real skreet nigga? Get you a Detroit bitch 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 dick for all of y'all Slow motion, pull her hair, grip her ass, slow stroke her Told her friends, no pretend, real dick thrower Big fan, she gon' bust it down, three-point stance Goddamn, what the fuck was wrong with her last man? Butterfly, 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 Slim waist, arched ass, I can't compare her to nobody 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, ha-ha-ha, no more I don't get tired, you know we not finished, it ain't over Ride dick, put your clit down, hold onto my shoulders My bitch, I spit in your mouth, fuck you, I'll choke you I'ma make your friends watch you while I pin you to the sofa Fuck with me, get in touch with me Hit you with that dick, you done fell in love wit' it I said, "Baby, fuck with me, get in touch with me" Hit you with that dick, you done fell in love wit' it (yeah) Big fan, she gon' bust it down, three-point stance Goddamn, what the fuck was wrong with her last man? Butterfly, 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 Fuck with me, get in touch with me Hit her with that dick, she done fell in love wit' it Baby, fuck with me, get in touch with me Hit her with that dick, she done fell in love wit' it
Writer(s): Chrïstopher Fränk, Kevin Gates, Norman Payne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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