Closed Mouths

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Tremaine "Trey" Aldon Neverson (born November 28, 1984), better known by his stage name Trey Songz, is an American singer-songwriter, record producer and actor His debut album, I Gotta Make It, was released in 2005, while his second album, Trey Day, was released in 2007. His third album, Ready, was released in 2009 while his fourth studio album, Passion, Pain & Pleasure, was released on September 14, 2010. His fifth album entitled Chapter V was released on August 21, 2012. more »

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And it ain't no game, but your nigga came to play
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
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 'til you fed up
Premium the snapshot, show it 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)
Now I don't give a f*ck about your old nigga, or your new nigga
That ass 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)
Show off 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 (let someone talk)
Damn you fine shit, shine like candle light shit
Like a candle light, can't deny, you on my dick
Want you, hold your leg up, flip it, I call heads up
Put that booty face down
Bust it like some grandslam
Think I get you face down
Love the way you taste now
I won't let a motherfucking trip go to waste now
I'ma make you motherfucking drip from the waist down
Eat it like some takeout, better make it break down

Some like this, blow the bands on you
Just like horns do at halftime (pa-rum-pum-pum)
Now I don't give a f*ck about your old nigga, or your new nigga
That ass 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)
Show off 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

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