Naja Young - Talk Too Much lyrics

[Bridge 1: Angelo Mota] Stop, drop Pick it up slow then stop Turn around, bring it down low Then stop, woah, slow down roll Stop, woah, slow down roll Stop, drop Pick it up slow then stop Turn around, bring it down low Then stop, woah Slow down roll, stop, woah [Verse 1: Angelo Mota] I was in the cyph like "Who next to go on the texaco?" That's gas, you gotta ask, you don't get to smoke You get pa**ed like a bill, don't forget to vote And don't choke off the vegetable (rude!) I ain't finna dare you to move But the ba**'ll take place and take care of you soon And you actin' like you sared of the room This your sh** Walk by, the guys turn zombies corpses like What the f**? Baby did you come cuffed? Wanna get with ya Velcro, let's go, I wanna stick to ya You the sh**, everybody can get a wiff of ya So now I'm stuck trynna stuff these words together How I like your get up Maybe we should get up When I finish, had time to set up the question I f**ed around and missed your exit, depressing [Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young] You - you got what I - you got what I You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need) Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I It's just what I need, that's just the right speed I got what you need Then she said to me: Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much) Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much) Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much) Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much) Better not chit chat [Verse 2: Angelo Mota] L-riding All damn night Night rider Blunt it burn like hell fire Can't quell that sh** Just shut the f** up, inhale that sh** Imma pump the ba** up, reveal my sins In a crowded place, uh Air so thick Proabably woke the neighbors Veil too thin to conceal the fragrance Cash too spent for a [?] vacation Lives too spent being wrong and anxious Try my hardest but I'm too jaded and I'm too faded and I don't give a f** what the DJ playing I don't even really like going out like that I wouldn't ever guess you would bounce like that Never mind, saw face dropping likes on the page Lock eyes on the stage and I smile right back like [Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young] You - you got what I - you got what I You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need) Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I It's just what I need, that's just the right speed I got what you need Then she said to me: "Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much) "Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much) "Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much) "Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much) [Instrumental] [Bridge 2: Angelo Mota] Better not chit chat Stop, drop Pick it up slow then stop Turn around, bring it down low Then stop, woah, slow down role Stop, woah, slow down role Stop, drop Pick it up slow then stop Turn around, bring it down low Then stop, woah Slow down role, stop, woah