Testo Eater - Kevin Gates
Testo della canzone Eater (Kevin Gates), tratta dall'album The Ceremony
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
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Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Norman Payne, Christopher Frank
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