Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Lead Vocals
DunDeal
DunDeal
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
David Maximillian Cunningham
David Maximillian Cunningham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DunDeal
DunDeal
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Say my name out loud
And the pussy deep, you talk to me
Looking at me like that, you did it all (Come on, uh-uh don't you)
Don't talk to me
I been home like sixteen months
And the way that you call, like you never had dick at all
Kissing in the car
While in the parking garage you go to slippin' off your bra
Oh, oh, damn your titties soft, lifting up your skirt
Slip your panties off oh, oh
Hands all over your body
Licking on it all no feelings involved
Watching water fall, took no time at all, pussy
What we doing won't hurt nobody
[Verse 2]
Looks like I seen you in my dreams
Or in a magazine
People asking who are we
When we roll around
Though things are not as they may seem
Want you like you want me
Skip to this bedroom scene
And it's going down
[Verse 3]
Strokin' (In slow motion)
Strokin' (In slow motion)
Strokin' (In slow motion)
Strokin' (In slow motion)
[Verse 4]
As a gangsta, I be putting her hands all the way behind her back
I be diving, when I be diving she be dick, dick, dick
[Verse 5]
Fall off in the club, **** say, what up? (What's happenin'?)
No walkin' 'round it, you a bad bitch
I see you looking, I want the pussy, fuck talkin' 'bout it
Leave with me, get fucked good
That gangsta shit, I'm all about it
On the floor, leave the bed made up
Real street, ****, none of that made up
Lay you on your with both legs up
Eat the dick with a lot of spit
Sixty-nine, we can try again
Love the way you smell, love to feel your skin
Hands together, I'ma hold them back
Put the head in, and I throw it back
Arch you all the way to the ceiling
Get your booty licked while you make it clap
Ooh I'm nasty, lotta tattoos, get at me
Face underneath your waist
While my fingers scratching your scalp
You keep squirming all on my couch
You left nipple all in my mouth
Ask them hos 'bout me, I kill pussy
I know you know what's that 'bout (Gates)
[Verse 6]
Looks like I seen you in my dreams
Or in a magazine
People asking who are we
When we roll around
Though things are not as they may seem
Want you like you want me
Skip to this bedroom scene
And it's going down
[Verse 7]
I'm strokin' (In slow motion)
Strokin' (In slow motion)
I'm strokin' (In slow motion)
I'm strokin' (In slow motion)
[Verse 8]
Now turn around
Sweating up a storm, 'cause we don't kid around
After this, you can tell all your girlfriends how I just dicked you down
While kissing on your shoulders, and then make you bend over
Give this dick like I'm supposed to
I'm stroking in slow motion
Stroking, now hold on
Written by: David Cunningham, Kevin Gilyard
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