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letra de me and you - stro

[verse:]
i wanna hit it from back to front
don’t front, watchu want?
oh, you smoke?
where the blunt?
i’m high off life, you already know, but
you special though
got a big ol’ b-tt
with a model strut
and a bottle body
(?)what a hot ol’ hottie(?)
i’m a new n-gg-, done cleaned up
but you knew me back when my hair was knotty
i been tryna touch since the ninth grade
wanted to approach, i just couldn’t find the right way
i did some corny, h-rny sh-t
made you run away
few years later looking like you on a runway
godaaamn
hope you ain’t got a man
these others weak, i need a rider, man
been a couple weeks ain’t nothing new
been busy boo, still f-ck witchu
want it hardcore? i can get rough witchu
give you everything, have you nutting too
i’m funny, right?
you love me, right?
gotta kiss ya neck when you hug me tight
and lemme know if the game ain’t working
got coochie
still a virgin
mad immature, you know that
but i grow real fast when you throw it back
act like its the air, no holding back
show ya friends
take a pic on a polar, magic
how i got mad slick on the mattress
hit me, let me know how ya back is

you know i been wanting you
and you been fronting, too
hitting ya line up like when are you coming through
what do you wanna do?
i’m talking me and you
don’t wanna see ya crew
and ya homegirl bad too
like half of you, but she got a bad att-tude
come through to the show tonight
when i get off stage
we in the backroom
better yet, the bathroom
get wit me
hickeys on hickeys on hickeys
pull on my d-ckies
oooh, i am the chosen one
baby i knew you was picky
we could f-ck all night
no calls tonight (we don’t give a d-mn what they saying)
in the morning you be morning (and calling my government name)

don’t say you love me ‘fore i make you mean it
mm-mm, don’t say you love me ‘fore i make you mean it
i be’s the cleanest, no doubt
catch this ride when i’m coming yo route
i’m in yo hood tryna see what you bout
ain’t no excuse though
’cause you blow
my phone up like you wanna see me
heard you got the free crib
more free sh-t, let’s get freaky
soon as yo mother land, my shirt on
i’m dashiki
dash
ya key on the counter
i’ll be around, hun

you know you been my baby boo
since a past life, ’82
now you say you wanna have my baby, cool
you got the juice
love you like cooked food
i make you sing
i keep telling you to get in the booth
you got them high notes when i stroke
no autotune, you good
you mad
you make threats, better s-x (girl i wish you would)
keep yo body close and pull me near
when you turn around i’mma pull ya hair
i was cute at first, then yo -ss got sprung
got you thinking yo, this n-gg- ain’t young

stro go so deep
he gotta be 34, lowkey
when i’m not around keep a vision in ya head that ya hold me
don’t forget the things that you told me
got a couple bags, put ’em on my tab
baby, now ya owe me
hit me on the skype when you lonely
know you love me ’cause i keep it so g
meanwhile, i be talking bout you to the homies
my n-gg-, she a keeper
b-mp this till i see ya
i don’t run game no more
bae sitting in the bleachers
live to greet ya, want and need ya
soon as i get back, girl you know the procedure
hope you listening while you licking them lips
i be out getting this cash
only wanna hear one sound when i’m back in ya town
draws
down
splash

(chorus)
just me and you (just me and you)
now we’re worried ’bout michael (don’t worry ’bout it)
now we’re worried ’bout johnny
now we’re worried ’bout kevin, baby

just me and you (just me and you)
don’t worry ’bout tracy
don’t worry ’bout tina (we don’t need n-body else)
don’t worry ’bout a d-mn thing
just me and you

as far as my personal taste is concerned
i really, really love the—-

you’re ma—-

- stro

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