Flesh (Tongue)

[Keith Charles Spacebar]
Yeah

[Chorus: Keith Charles Spacebar & Slug Christ]
Flesh on my flesh, tongue on her tongue
All my thug misses get down like, what
Silly bitch, I know just what to do, your eyes are sayin' things that you head won't let you put into
You want to get high, get low with me
Lips sippin' that potion, Z
Can't be someone like those [?] lives so soberly
Don't keep them hands, let's dip into a groove (Woah)
I really want cup that shit and slip into a scoop, oh
I'd like to meet me, so I can meet you (Uh)
Lights hit that lace, places I can't see through
All that I need, all that I need
Whenever your eyes are open in me
Don't make say please, don't make me say
Know you want it just as bad as me
All that I want, all that I want, same exact thing 'cept I want to burn
Put down you phone, ignore that call, I can't hold on to this shit anymore
I saw you turn (Yeah) away as soon as our eyes met
But that's just what these bitches feeling, when they realize they gon' let—

[Verse 1: Keith Charles Spacebar]
20, 11 bitches at my gamestop (Damn)
Got they tongues out for a raindrop (Oh)
Let me know off hands on knees, before a nigga hit the door
Otherwise, I'm at my crib, 'cause, bitch, you know I'm always home
Off the chain and streets I roam, forever changin' sheets, I'm gone
Pop that pussy, might just turn you out, so keep your blinkers on
I got love for her
I got good dick, tough love for her
Come fuck, with communion drinkin' Jesus Christ got nuts for her

[Chorus: Keith Charles Spacebar & Slug Christ]
Flesh on my flesh, tongue on her tongue
All my thug misses get down like what
She wanna beat, got only eyes for me (Yeah)
I turn it over slowly, with that tongue she doin' things

[Verse 2: Slug Christ]
Watch you, watch you lookin' like you finna pull some shit
Probably walk up to me, ask me if I know your friends
Damn, bitch, I don't know nothin'
'Cept you need to loose that act and ask 'fore watch you wantin'
Baby girl, them lips is what I need
I can feel that pull, I'm North, your South atractin' me
Pull up with 9 hoes, that's 3 cars, 27 holes
And all of them from different zones
I take my pic, a lexicon of hoes

[Outro : Keith Charles Spacebar]
Flesh on my flesh, tongue on her tongue
All my thug misses get down like what