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    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?

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    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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    Composition: Reverend C.L. Moore and Devin Copeland

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