Lyrics He Don't Have to Know - Devin the Dude

He Don't Have to Know

No more procrastinatin'
I know that ass is waitin'
For this dick of mine, you’re sick and tired of masturbatin'
I patiently wait for your latest phone call
Or your sex text saying that you have on no drawers
Sending sneaky pics, straight freaky shit
My favorite one is from the back with the licky clit
You ask if we can get some time to lay low
Your man always ignore you, who am I to say no
It’s hard to refuse, she hard not to reply
Matter of fact, you make it hard right now
Why wait, we can hit the highway, through the tri-states
Or cool if you just cruise to my place
You say you’re tired of being lonely, while your one and only
Is somewhere getting drunk with his homie
You know how to pressure on me, don’t you?
But I’m glad that you phoned me
Hey, what you say?
Hoo, what you wanna do?
He, don’t have to know
So, hit me on the low when you’re ready to go
You say you’re wet and warm, ready to get it on
He’s gone, wanna bone 'fore he’s headed home
You say your emotions won’t get in the way
Hit and run, huh, that’s the game we finna play?
What you got up today?
Let’s go get a meal
He might get desperate, keep it separate, we can split the bill
He’ll, have no idea
Take four, five years for him to know our biz
But you tell me all of his, for no reason
Treason, you want me to help you leave him?
But, see I’m, available every now and then
When your pussy lips frownin', I’ll help 'em smile again
Let’s say around ten, at our sacred spot
You cold?
I’ma thaw it out then make it hot
Make it poot and fart, have it shootin' sparks
But leave your feelings at the crib so you won’t lose your heart
Hey, what you say?
Hoo, what you wanna do?
He, don’t have to know
So, hit me on the low when you’re ready to go
Hey, what you say?
(When you wanna come my way?)
Hoo, what you wanna do?
(Stick this dick in you)
He, don’t have to know
(Bust one before we go)
So, hit me on the low when you’re ready to go