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Don't Talk (Freestyle)

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Stro - Rap

Don't Talk (Freestyle)

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh (Ladies and gentlemen) How y'all feeling tonight? (Live in New York city) (The one and only) Y'all feeling good? (S-T-R-O) (Y'all know what time it is) Me too [Verse:] I tell her I'm a freak at my finest Looking at my watch it's about that timeless Fuck threats, it's about promise Gotta move precise case they wanna line us Been alert to the dirt since minors Life is a movie I'm thinking which genre Right now it's a romance Two-step for the night If she lit, we could slow dance Body is soft, I felt her with both hands Now she sitting in my bed with no pants I'm driven I been on the grind My voice she been missing She just wanna listen No drinks tonight, I start tripping Last time we cuddle my hands start slipping Her lips touch my neck, I start gripping Legs open up and now I'm on a mission Cock back, snap outta my vision Love ya look good, how ya been living? Stress free Hear the body call but ya still text me Wanna see the best me Damn, where my manners go? As I rise like Maya Angelou Gent Laid back like I'm hella bent Built elegant Sex game pull her out her element Yeah High rating Later homegirls start hating If her name love it's just inspiration Looking all naked, we ain't never spoke on dating That's wills Damn, why you go so hard? That's skills Damn, why you work so hard? That's bills On this grown man shit If she woke then the sex feel tantric Never fold like a pamphlet That's why They love it when a youngin get fly Smoke in the streets, get high Everybody on they Frank Ocean Tryna get by You know I mean tryna get straight Maintain through the madness Get a dream, get a team Get established Get a life, live lavish From the rhyme to the ravish I gotta make her love me like cooked food I don't break hearts, I'm a good dude I don't care what ya friends say If I'm a playa its cause I been played Chasing the wrong type of missions You know, them hotties with bodies and wishes With no type of plans She fucked the whole drumline She chasing them bands She can't find a man Now I done went up a level My time is my money My bank is my bezzle My queen is my equal Can't be my queen if she feeble Not only bad, she so regal Lady in public In bed, that shit see-through Spank it, her speech go from English to Hebrew Dick game so good make her call up her people Tell her she want it, I won't catch a 'me too' Not into taking advantage She take my advantage She make an advantage She moaning, she talking I can't understand it I feel it consoling She try to conceal it Wait Not every nigga get near it I'm special, I'm freaky Calling my name out like she tryna reach me Gimme that body discretely I'll learn it, what you tryna teach me? Eat it and treat it for hours She with 'em, she dripping I'm though of a shower And thought of like 'what am I doing without her?' She my type I'm caught in her web like a browser So it's on sight when I lick it My mind is so nasty She know what I'm thinking She under that blanket I'm loving her singing She stop for a second Her cellie was ringing Pick up, she say it's the homie She put her on speaker, say hi like she know me Then ask what we doing, she tryna be nosey I tell her to pull up, we just getting cozy Laugh Shorty get mad I told her don't hate me, yo homies is bad My feet hit the floor Then I heard a knock at the door I opened it, it was her dad

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