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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Neverson
Alex Neverson
Songwriter
Keenan Gasway
Keenan Gasway
Songwriter
Tremaine Neverson
Tremaine Neverson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Wall
A Wall
Producer

Lyrics

And it ain't no game But your nigga came to play uh huh yeah Nigga never ever, ever say your name Your secret's safe with me Uh huh yeah, love the way that you ride it Uh huh yeah, made you my bitch Uh huh yeah you was playing For that other nigga I got you switching sides quick Yeah, switch it, switch it to the side quick Let me hit it like this Got a hold your leg up, eat it 'till you fed up Premium the snap, show that Show that for the extra Let me lay you back, put that Put that on the stretcher Blowing bands on you Just like horns do at halftime (Pa-rum-pum-pum) Na huh I don't give a fuck about Your old nigga, or your new nigga That's mine (All mine) And don't nobody got to know But your friend that came last time We came again and again And again last time So say what you want, don't be scared (Don't be scared) Closed mouths don't get fed (Yeah) Closed mouths don't get fed (Yeah) Closed mouths don't get fed (Yeah) Clothes off on this bed (This bed) Showoff yeah, hell yeah, how I want it Toes pointed, back arched, legs spread Closed mouths don't get fed (Don't get fed) Closed mouths don't get fed (Don't get fed) Closed mouths don't get fed (Don't get fed) How I want it, toes pointed Back arched, legs spread Closed mouths don't get fed If you want it, say you want it (I know you want it) We ain't got nothing but time (I got the time) Say the word and I'll be on it (Woo woo) Tell me what you got in mind (Listen I wanna talk) Damn you fine shit Shine like candle light shit Like a candle light, can't deny You on my dick Want you, hold yo leg up, flip it I call heads up Put that booty face down Buzz it like some grams now Think I give your face now Love the way you taste now I won't let a mother fucking Drip go to waste now I'ma make you mother fucking Drip from the waist down Eat it like some takeout Better make you break down Song like this throw the Bands on you Just like horns do at halftime (Pa-rum-pum-pum) Now I don't give a fuck About your old nigga Or your new nigga That's mine (All mine) And don't nobody got to know But your friend that came last time We came again and again And again last time So say what you want Don't be scared (Don't be scared) Closed mouths don't get fed (Don't get fed) Closed mouths don't get fed (Don't get fed) Closed mouths don't get fed (Don't get fed) Clothes off on this bed (On this bed) Showoff yeah, hell yeah, how I want it Toes pointed, back arched, legs spread Closed mouths don't get fed (Don't get fed) Closed mouths don't get fed (Don't get fed) Closed mouths don't get fed (Don't get fed) How I want it, toes pointed Back arched, legs spread Closed mouths don't get fed
Writer(s): Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Alex Neverson, Keenan Gasway Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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