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Wiz Khalifa

Talk To Ya

 

Talk To Ya

(album: Prince Of The City 2 - 2008)


[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah
So I seen her from afar
I'm saying to her, "come over to the car" and she said
"You some kind of star", I'm like "naw naw naw, chill chill"
K'naw saying, that's that name, figured I'd put a little bit of this game all in her brain, told her I ain't gone hold you
Damn sure ain't tryna control you, but I'll mold you
Ya dug?
She looked at me like she ain't believe me, so I figure I show you

Uh, said she never felt like this before
When I'm home we get it on. I'm on the road, she miss the ball
And you thick for sure, know how to work them hips right
Level with my swisher says, I show her how to twist right
And when I gotta make moves, she keeps her lips tight
Know that money gotta stack, so she let me get right
And that sex get good on the late night
Nothing but thumbs up like a hitch hike
Yes I'm the shit like you ain't never heard of
And you know how I do, act like you don't but now I learn ya
I'm talking about teaching ya, how about schooling ya
Go and do your thang, gimme brains, I'll tutor ya
Fucking wit them lames, a real nigga's something new to ya
Now you telling all your friends what I do to ya
But it's cool, ya know? I leave her spine broke
When I'm up inside, make her breath and hit a high note
Like

[Kev da Hustla:]
Yeah
So I'm standing on the corner
Shorty ride through
She pushed the whip, like ya know?
Me and my nigga Wiz
Blowing on that good, I'm like
"We gotta stop shawty"
See... jump out
Yeah

And now I approached her, like "what's your name?"
You get the picture shawty, I really like your frame
That Coke bottle shape and them Asian eyes
You half black, half you ain't gotta tell the guy
You shouldn't wonder why I approached ya
I wanna get to know ya but I ain't trying to hold you
Back from all your dreams and high hopes
You smell that mami, yeah that's real smoke
Listen I got plans too, you know how your man do
I'll get ghost before I try to cuff hands boo
You in the latest, yeah, that's my favorite
Room lit like Vegas, he point like painting
Mami body amazing, lights off, no cable
I found out she a mind freak like Criss Angel
Bed, broken tables, giving her all she handles
I swear to God, the room sounded like this damn sample

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yes, so I seen my man Kev Tha Hustla over there on something bad
I mean bad
So I mean, I finish rolling up my Ray
Hop out the car, I see a couple of little ones over there looking kind of lonely
Ya dug?
I'm saying I catch me one, she looking at me
I see her smiling and all that
Like she know who a nigga is
So you know what I do, I walk straight up to her like

Ay ay, shawty I just wanna talk to ya
Usually keep it moving but I had to stop for ya
And let you know anything less than me is not for ya
No time to waste but got patience like a doctor do
And this may be a lot for you
So why don't you fall in, hit some of this weed and soak it all in
Got game like the ball in
And we balling, going state to state call me Rawlings
Look darling, I ain't tryna start nothing
She laughed and said "ain't you some kinda star or something?"
I'm like nah, I'm playing with you, ma, I'm fronting
They call me young Wiz, now get up in my car or something
We could talk about your day while I'm cigar stuffing
Here's my phone, give me a number that I can call or something
Get you back to your crib and have them walls jumping
Screaming at the top of your lungs like

Fatto

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