Devin The Dude - Don't Go lyrics

(Devin the Dude) Don't Go, No girl (don't go just yet baby) I'm surprised you tried to compromise and not supply me with The pleasure of touching you tenderly, at least a tit sh**, 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 bullsh**tin Kissin' all on my neck, squeezing all on my sh** You getting yourself all wet, simply for the funk of it Why don't you get undressed, lay back, let me ma**age 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) Pa** 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 n***a damn near masturbated But I waited I told myself that I would quit f**in 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 a**, 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 n***a like me I, detour to the left, mashed on the gas Dick hard, hard times, I'm mad, gave the gas another smash But f** 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 f** her But seems the b**h ain't gonna get no dick somewhat like La**ie Cause her momma's takin the van to visit her Auntie in Tallaha**ee I gotta go Where you gotta go? I gotta go Baby don't go, don't go I gotta go Where you gotta go?