Lyrics: Carl Tricy Antipuesto
Music: Carl Tricy Antipuesto
Shawty you can bring your friends if you got to,
and whatever happens happens but the—odee when its us two, just us two
Girl i’m sorry, that you had to go through what you had to go through,
but you had to go through it
She’s so tired of the love songs
Rather listen to the Plugg Talkz
Baby can I get some?
Friends left and we all alone
and she love the Plugg Talkz
Pussy wet yeah, my fault
When I get in my zone,
baby I don’t think you goin home
I can feel your fire
Hand in hand with desire
Would you let it go now
If I put it in your—
Ooh, balls in like a goalie
Have you ever heard me put it down like this? I got you screaming don’t leave
(Don't leave me baby, don’t do this to me)
If we could keep it down low, I might just give you some more
Might let you settle the score
She wanna be my little uh
She wanna be my little whore
Welcome to the Plugg Talkz,
Pussy wet yeah, my fault
(Don’t do this to me)
(I’mma try to add more feeling in this one)
She’s so tired of the love songs
Rather listen to the Plugg Talkz
Baby can I get some?
Friends left and we all alone
and she love the Plugg Talkz
Pussy wet yeah, my fault
When I get in my zone,
baby I don’t think you goin home
(Plugg)
(Plugg)
(Plugg, Plugg)
(Plugg, Plugg)
(Real Trap Shit Bitch)
(Plugg)
(Plugg)
(Plugg Talkz)