Don't Go

Devin The Dude

Composição de: Devin Copeland/Reverend C.L. Moore
I'm surprised you tried to compromise and not supply me with 
The pleasure of touching you tenderly, at least a tit 
Shit, a nipple or something, Just let me tickle it with my pinkie 
And play with your, well you know, get my middle finger stankin' 

[Girl:] Hey don't touch that 
I was just kidding 
but you was crunk at the club, now we're alone and you bullshittin 
Kissin' all on my neck, squeezing all on my shit 
You getting yourself all wet, simply for the funk of it 
Why don't you get undressed, lay back, let me massage ya 
I won't tell Timmy, if you won't tell Tosha 
Everything should be Kosh-er, well you know kosher 
Why let your lips hang, let 'em sing like they supposed to 

(My name's Cecile) 
Pass the sweet around and hush 
Don't pull my third leg and I won't beat around your bush 
I put 15 dollars in the tank to come and get ya 
Now you ready to go and want me to wait til Wednesday to get with ya 

[Chorus] 
I got ta go 
Where you got to go? 
Don't go to soon 
Where you got to go? 

Another day wasted 
Shoulda told you I couldn't make it 
A nigga damn near masturbated 
But I waited 
I told myself that I would quit 
Fuckin with ya, after I can tell all my friends that I hit 
But now its Blue Ball Tuesday 
I may be out but I'm not down 
I hit the town, neighbors frown 
Hearing my ultrasound 
I couldn't hear my phone 
But when I checked it, a message 
Opened it up and read it 
It was you, saying come get it 
Hey, sure you ready? 
I mean, you felt it before, you know its heavy 
And hard; you have me 'bout to nut just thinking of you 
Those titties, that ass, girl I think I love you 

[Devin: talking on phone] 
I'll be there about 10 
What you got on? 
You haven't been drinking have you? 
Oh yeah, you want some more? 
What? What do you mean somebody at the door? 
Hello? 

I gotta go 
Why you gotta go? 
Don't Go just yet baby 

Her man came home soooooon 
And then she saw him walk straight into the room 
She was just on the phone luckily 
Talking to a strong-boned nigga like me 
I, detour to the left, mashed on the gas 
Dick hard, hard times, I'm mad, gave the gas another smash 
But fuck it, I'll get another chance 
Cause tomorrow she's gonna borrow her mother's van 
And that's a whole lot of room for the boom-shaka-laka 
I've been spending time, thinking on how soon I can fuck her 
But seems the bitch ain't gonna get no dick somewhat like Lassie 
Cause her momma's takin the van to visit her Auntie in Tallahassee 

I gotta go 
Where you gotta go? 
I gotta go 
Baby don't go, don't go 
I gotta go 
Where you gotta go?
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