sweet talk* ft. daash Lyrics

On my way, to see your face

Make it a date if that's okay

Alway cross my mind but never look both ways

Staring at the clock

Angel numbers saying that we should just talk

Put a lock, on my heart right from the start

Vango painting a work of-

She got that short, short skirt

But she never likes to flirt

The type to keep it to herself, so she don't put me through the hurt

Tell her, "girl, you don't know what you missing"

Keeping your distance

Time and place, we can just kick it

What's the difference

If I'm so addicted

Like oh, would you be so kind?

Hand up on your thigh I wouldn't mind,

If your lips were on mine

Shoot my shot at you, no cupid, stupid

If you say no, I'm ruined, ruthless

Gimme your hand, "Teen Romance"

Gimme a chance

Stalling out, just like a sweet slow dance

Shawty just gimme your face

You can come over my place

My hand on your cheek

And my lips on your lips

I'll pull you right in

We hug and we kiss

Girl, I only want you in my bed and it's queen-sized

When I get you off of me, you giving me them mean-eyes

In between thighs, just like before

Moving up and down, like we just got up on the seesaw

Girl, it's past your bedtime

Yeah, I'm six feet deep, you is "dead" fine

Always wear the panties I like

Black thread type

Shawty gimme head at the mother-fucking red light

She just wanna piece of me

But she won't get a bite

She begging and pleading like she abouta start a fight

Imma treat you right

I bend down to hug you to see from your height

Den I'm flipping you over so I can see you from your backside

Hand over your stomach, pull you closer cause I'm that nice

Well I know, spin you like vinyl

Beat that p-"hey, look" up, until that shawty singing high notes

But on some sweet shit, you my one and only

You my everything, so without you I feel so lonely

Sweet talking out my mouth, make you blush

Pick you up from your house, you don't even have to fuss, uh

Take my time with you, you mean the most

And I wanna show (And I wanna)

How I would just always keep you close (Keep you close)

Girl, You're my ghost (Girl you're my ghost)

Dig your nails, into my chest

Hickeys all on your neck and your breasts

All make sure that you, know you the best

Getting undressed