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letra de talk to me (all that matters remix) - sefa m

[1st verse]
i don’t really know what to call it but i dare
if yo body was a drink i’m alcoholic when you near
baby solemnly i swear, take those problems that you pondering and pardon me but this no apology baby yeah
lemme get into that mind of yours and mine a bit it’s golden
i’m not playing i’m not coaching i’m just saying while i’m holding
yo attention, girl you knowing
what you got on me is potent
what you got is so d-mn dope i wanna roll you up and smoke it
take this here and fold it
save it for a rainy day
remember every word so if you lose it never fades away
i want you in a major way
and don’t care what a hater say
if you give me yo time just put on me not no flavor flav
time with you i savor it my favorite
don’t know what to call it ain’t no worries ain’t no labeling
just promise me you with me and im returning the favor
lemme love you like a neighbor while i fold you like that paper
swear to god you got me sweating bullets
girl i got vests and armored vehicles you best to cool it
cupid don’t do it see she got me she the next to pull it
undress that neck and let me wet that with saliva fluids
ooh girl i’m chilling let’s do it holup

[bridge]
i said i don’t really know what’s going on here
but i could tell you one thing girl you belong here

baby i don’t know, what you going through
but we can do it together
that’s only if you want to
we can go do whatever baby
take a shot, if you wanna
take a hit, of marijuana
do whatever, that you feel will ease your mind
and we won’t stop, no we won’t
and girl don’t drop, yo focus
stay with me right here for the rest of the night

and sit back, and relax (yeah)
girl talk to me, i talk back (yeah)
x2

[2nd verse]
holup wait a minute
lemme put that pimp in
swear i chase her like the doh and no that isn’t homer simpson
gotta play that special zone i’m talking spy on russell wilson
cuz she quick to get to dipping so i’m blitzing in my vision
what i’m fixing in my kitchen
like that gravy mash and biscuits
cuz she all up in my bed i need that breakfast when we finished
gotta less than three her image
and i ain’t no mathematician
but i compliment her angles now she right for that division
now we riding baby feeling all that wind within, my penmanship
endangering her comprehension
still she speak so condescending
she got me locked just like the prisons that those cons attending
but still i’m watching like a racists cautious shop attendant

i said i don’t really know what’s going on here
but i could tell you one thing girl you belong here

- sefa m

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