"The Extra Trip" lyrics - WALE

Talking:
Versatility for everything. Shoutout to all the uh, intuitions, secrets, ya know?

Uh, good love... and I can do that for her.
I can do it to a nigga, make a pull on her.
It's temporary lust, you need an in-showing.
Now for this time being, let's be in love with the moment.
Okay you dancin', drinkin' on your last one.
I'm just tryna poke her face, that's why I got my hand in.
Grown man shit, tonight, no romance shit.
And you should make this bedroom like a Monday night at Magic.
Like a Gigi McGuire, now let me up inside.
I give you that massage; good hygiene is required. I don't want no dirty junk.
I just want a girly-girl that own a rack of Jordans but don't sport 'em 'cause she love her pumps.
Give my love to no one else. kiss that cookie till it melt.
I am going underwater... Michael Phelps!
Do it till I'm tired or your homegirl can provide the help or you can be Ms. Independent-
Make that movie by yourself!

Okay, my game tight. My game right.
Don't even know her name until I know her taste right.

I said my game tight and my game tight.
Don't even know her name until I know her taste, right?

Okay, I think this time we make moves. No clothes required here.
Shawty, can I taste you after that Moscato hit?
We both grown and I don't care. Not so fast, don't tie yo' hair.
She say, "my love is outta here." She out of all her outerwear.
And I am real and I am raw.
But don't go in raw 'cause I'm prepared.
See that's a hazard if y'all ain't know.
I got them gold wrappers like 500 sold.
Got that deep love, purify that woman so.
Get it so good, I make that mothafucka somersault.
Tell me anything you want, I'm a keep that on the low.
I just wanna please you so tell me where I need to go.

Okay, my game tight. My game right.
Don't even know her name until I know her taste right.
I said my game tight and my game tight.
Don't even know her name until I know her taste, right?