Wiz Khalifa - Talk To Ya lyrics

Yeah. so I seen her from afar I'm sayin to her come over to the car She like "You some kind of star" I'm like "naw naw naw, chill chiil" Nam sayin thats that name. I figure id put a little bit of this game all in her brain. I told her I ain't gone hold you, damn sure ain't tryna control you, but ill mold ya. She looked at me like she ain't believe me So I figure I show ya 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 Tell her that the money stacked so she let me get right And that s** get good on them late nights Nothin but thumbs up like a hitch hike Yes I'm the sh** 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 schoolin ya Go and do your thang gimme brains, I'll tutor ya So many of them lames A real n***as somethin new to ya Now your tellin all your friends what I do to ya But its cool ya know? I leave her spine broke When I'm up inside, make her breath and hit a high note Like... Yeah, so I'm standin on the corner. Shorty ride through. She pushed the whip like ya know? Me and my n***a Wiz...blowing on that good I'm like... We gotta stop shawty. See jump out.... And now I approach her Like whats your name You get the picture shorty I really like your frame That coke bottle shape and them asian eyes Your half black and half you ain't gotta tell the guys sh** wonder why I approached her I wanna get to know ya but I ain't tryin to hold you Back from all your dreams and high hopes You smell that mami Yeah thats real smoke Listen I got plans too You know how your man do Ill get close before I try to cuff hands boo Your for your latest shidd Yeah thats my favorite Room lit like vegas He point like "pay them" Mami ya body amazing Lights off no cable I found out she a mind freak like chris angels Bendin over tables, giving her all she handles I swear to god her room sounded like this damn sample [Talkin':] Yesss, I seen my man Cad The Hustla over there on somethin bad I mean bad. So I mean, I finish rollin up my weed Hop out the car, I see a couple of little ones Over there lookin kind of lonely ya kno I'm sayin not preferably one, she looking at me I seen her smilin and all that Like she know who a n***a is So you know what I do, I walk straight up to her like... Ey ey shorty I just wanna talk to ya Usually keep it moving but I had to stop for ya And let you know any thing less than me is not for ya No time to waste I 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 ballin goin state to state call me rawlings Look dawg I ain't tryna start nothing She laughed and said that you kinda star or somethin I'm like nah I'm playin with you ma I'm frontin They call me young wiz Get up in my car or somethin We could talk about your day why I'm cigar stuffin Heres my phone give me a number that I can call or something Get you back to your crib and have the walls jumpin Screamin at the top of your lungs like...