Fondue
(Uh huh uh huh)
He lookin' at my
(Uh huh)
Can't have me I'm like
(Nuh uh)
I know you want my
(Fanta, Fanta what)
Don't say nothin'
I see you like you open
Submit your application baby
You just might get chosen
Got no type
And no time for dudes that do
(No I don't)
I know what I like
Make me melt like fondue
Got no type
And no time for dudes that do
(No I don't)
I know what I like
Make me melt like fondue
Match my fly
Compliment my energy
I'm the vibe
Divine femininity
Boy quit playin'
What is it that you sayin'
Don't beat around my bush
Just tell me what you wish
Wish wish
Shoot your shoot like
Swish swish
Eat that meat
Like I'm at Ruth Chris
When it come to uh huh
He numero uno
I think I want his babies
Knock me up like Juno
I want a black man
That don't cheat
The type to help me with my
Groceries
But never trust a beanie
And a smile
Could lose yourself
8 mile
He Tom petty
I don't care if the head's steady
(Uh huh uh huh)
He lookin' at my
(Uh huh)
Can't have me I'm like
(Nuh uh)
I know you want my
(Fanta, Fanta what)
Don't say nothin'
I see you like you open
Submit your application baby
You just might get chosen
Got no type
And no time for dudes that do
(No I don't)
I know what I like
Make me melt like fondue
Got no type
And no time for dudes that do
(No I don't)
I know what I like
Make me melt like fondue
You don't know about my milkshake
I got that sweet secret sauce
So tasty
Blackberry bomb
Got 'em all shakin'
They try to swipe
But I decline
If it don't break bank
Yeah my braids hang like Medusa
They lining up to turn to stone
I put the pressure to you
Leave you better than you were before
Like sway I got no type and
Like slim ya jimmy right
Yeah you fucking with a queen
That's right
That's right
(Uh huh uh huh)
He lookin' at my
(Uh huh)
Can't have me I'm like
(Nuh uh)
I know you want my
(Fanta, Fanta what)
Don't say nothin'
I see you like you open
Submit your application baby
You just might get chosen
Got no type
And no time for dudes that do
(No I don't)
I know what I like
Make me melt like fondue
Got no type
And no time for dudes that do
(No I don't)
I know what I like
Make me melt like fondue
He lookin' at my
(Uh huh)
Can't have me I'm like
(Nuh uh)
I know you want my
(Fanta, Fanta what)
Don't say nothin'
I see you like you open
Submit your application baby
You just might get chosen
Got no type
And no time for dudes that do
(No I don't)
I know what I like
Make me melt like fondue
Got no type
And no time for dudes that do
(No I don't)
I know what I like
Make me melt like fondue
Match my fly
Compliment my energy
I'm the vibe
Divine femininity
Boy quit playin'
What is it that you sayin'
Don't beat around my bush
Just tell me what you wish
Wish wish
Shoot your shoot like
Swish swish
Eat that meat
Like I'm at Ruth Chris
When it come to uh huh
He numero uno
I think I want his babies
Knock me up like Juno
I want a black man
That don't cheat
The type to help me with my
Groceries
But never trust a beanie
And a smile
Could lose yourself
8 mile
He Tom petty
I don't care if the head's steady
(Uh huh uh huh)
He lookin' at my
(Uh huh)
Can't have me I'm like
(Nuh uh)
I know you want my
(Fanta, Fanta what)
Don't say nothin'
I see you like you open
Submit your application baby
You just might get chosen
Got no type
And no time for dudes that do
(No I don't)
I know what I like
Make me melt like fondue
Got no type
And no time for dudes that do
(No I don't)
I know what I like
Make me melt like fondue
You don't know about my milkshake
I got that sweet secret sauce
So tasty
Blackberry bomb
Got 'em all shakin'
They try to swipe
But I decline
If it don't break bank
Yeah my braids hang like Medusa
They lining up to turn to stone
I put the pressure to you
Leave you better than you were before
Like sway I got no type and
Like slim ya jimmy right
Yeah you fucking with a queen
That's right
That's right
(Uh huh uh huh)
He lookin' at my
(Uh huh)
Can't have me I'm like
(Nuh uh)
I know you want my
(Fanta, Fanta what)
Don't say nothin'
I see you like you open
Submit your application baby
You just might get chosen
Got no type
And no time for dudes that do
(No I don't)
I know what I like
Make me melt like fondue
Got no type
And no time for dudes that do
(No I don't)
I know what I like
Make me melt like fondue
Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Antoine Melki, Mark Gozman, Folayan Kunerede, Bobbi Lanea
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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