Talk Sex

Lyrics

[Kool Keith] Who's that talk of this town? That talk of this town That talk of this town Talk of this town That talk of this town That talk of this town [Chorus] Ta-talk sex Ta-talk sex Talk sex Ta-talk se-sex Ta-talk sex Ta-talk sex Talk sex Ta-talk se-sex [Verse 1: Kool Keith] Circulated let your ass, titties shake Bite off my dick like a soosicule (?) How you like to play? Holla if your pussy-cat's off its sway Lick it like cream Girls say my cock tastes like tangerines My romance and themes Pump your ass like gasoline Maple syrup, your pancakes Use your asscheeks to play paddy-cake Bakers man, make you lick my pubic hair in a barber centre in the Netherlands (?) Swallow loads of cum and tell your friends I'm Popeye eatin' spinach in a 600 Benz Take your Nike shorts off in the gym Put my finger in your asshole like a card in an ATM You need cash? Watch what you say to men Bust a nut in your weave, stay in my studio and pay your rent Don't tell me shit about rap Snap potato chips I write a hit while you spit your saliva on my dick Drink me dry, release in your eye and get your learner's permit Fix your legs, pump while you takin' a shit Play with my cock-a-spaniel, call me Daniel Turn the fast rappin' and screamin' shit off Ladies light some candles Suck my cock with your tube socks from American Apparel [Chorus] Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex [Verse 2: Rouge] I only shake my laffy taffy for a real nigga Gotta have ill figures We don't rock Hilfiger Turn-a turn-a, right before he beat it off Suction cup he's B-cups On the edge of C's bra Balance on that libra Never get it twisted, I'm a dancer Yes-uh, put some stink on it and romance ya Ben G (?) full of wit, snobbin' on a classy Lead a mass in one spa Slap it with a cape and Wooh, leave 'em shakin' Uh, leave me shakin' Takin' missed calls While I'm walkin' 'round naked And I'm never fakin' Yeah I better get off 'fore I leave his pets faceless Ruin his reputation Leavin' this nigga basin' Talk sex, talk less, uh Put your face in his plate, uh Eat sushi, say your grace, uh Plan B, never late, uh Talk sex, talk less, uh Talk sex, talk less, uh Get on your knees, show some respect, uh Put your tongue between his breasts, uh [Chorus] Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex [Verse 3: Kidmiddi] Talkin' sex, yeah Yeah we talkin' sex Got her puss-it has asthma Ketchup, oh she lost blood, she need her plasma Yeah I'm on her screen TV, they heeby-jeebies Oh girl if you can't fuck, get the fuck away from me Yeah I'm so gracefully, uh Need my space with thee, uh Put in place with thee, uh I put my dick in taste of tee Yeah I'm so moon-luscious, mooticious Yeah her booty's so good I called her booticious Ra, eat her ass out, call me the man-vicious Ha, ain't no competition Uh, y'all can't even see my chicken dinner Put it in the microwave I ain't fuckin' with them... wave I know I gotta pave my way in the game I gotta show that my name gon' make some change But we gon' rearrange, right? Got her booty tight When she got her appetite But my dick, I call it kryptonite What we gon' do tonight? [Chorus] Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex Talk sex