Don't Go

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?