PINK MARMALADE
Uh, uh, okay, forgive me if this raw, I ain't ten feet tall
Stuntin' in the club, your homegirls like, "Nah"
But I'm like, "Is you free to kick it Sunday?"
The way she looked off to the left, she's looking mundane, but good Lord
She had that ass in them good jeans, ugh
The Apple Bottoms, more specifically
I'm talkin' 'bout this, that and the third, my homies all call me a nerd
'Cause I seen you, now I'm lost for words, uh
But anyway, girl, what's your middle name?
She laughed and smiled, my momma told me it's the simple things
I think I wanna know your father, pleased to meet you, it's my honor
Please, don't kill me when we make love in back of Chevy Impala, uh
Girl, it's the way
Tell your folks you'll be home late
Baby, lately I'm crazy
That's just the way you make
Feel like I'm gettin' so high, that's the way
The way you make
Feel like the whole world's mine, that's the way
Hey, boy, you know you got me trippin'
Fantasizin' when we hardly met, and
Usually not the type to throw my bid in
I just seen you and I felt real tempted, like I had to come see
What's your name?
What you feel like? How's your game?
If you got time in your day
If I wanted to slide 'round your way, I
Hope to meet your mama, aunties, cousins and your friends, too
Somethin' 'bout the way you movin', really zoomin' me into you
Don't go actin' shady
Can't deny it, know I'm baby
Boy, it's the way
Tell your folks you'll be home late
Baby, lately I'm crazy
That's just the way you make
Feel like I'm gettin' so high, that's the way
The way you make
Feel like the whole world's mine, that's the way
And that's the way, baby
And that's just the way, baby
And that's the way, baby
And that's just the way, baby
And that's the way, baby
And that's just the way, baby
And that's the way, baby
And that's just the way, baby (that's the way, way)
That's just the way you make (that's just the way)
Feel like I'm gettin' so high, that's the way
The way (that's the way) you make
Feel like the whole world's mine, that's the way, yes
And baby, she met some friends (oh-ho)
On Sunday, it was Sunday, I don't know her name
Stuntin' in the club, your homegirls like, "Nah"
But I'm like, "Is you free to kick it Sunday?"
The way she looked off to the left, she's looking mundane, but good Lord
She had that ass in them good jeans, ugh
The Apple Bottoms, more specifically
I'm talkin' 'bout this, that and the third, my homies all call me a nerd
'Cause I seen you, now I'm lost for words, uh
But anyway, girl, what's your middle name?
She laughed and smiled, my momma told me it's the simple things
I think I wanna know your father, pleased to meet you, it's my honor
Please, don't kill me when we make love in back of Chevy Impala, uh
Girl, it's the way
Tell your folks you'll be home late
Baby, lately I'm crazy
That's just the way you make
Feel like I'm gettin' so high, that's the way
The way you make
Feel like the whole world's mine, that's the way
Hey, boy, you know you got me trippin'
Fantasizin' when we hardly met, and
Usually not the type to throw my bid in
I just seen you and I felt real tempted, like I had to come see
What's your name?
What you feel like? How's your game?
If you got time in your day
If I wanted to slide 'round your way, I
Hope to meet your mama, aunties, cousins and your friends, too
Somethin' 'bout the way you movin', really zoomin' me into you
Don't go actin' shady
Can't deny it, know I'm baby
Boy, it's the way
Tell your folks you'll be home late
Baby, lately I'm crazy
That's just the way you make
Feel like I'm gettin' so high, that's the way
The way you make
Feel like the whole world's mine, that's the way
And that's the way, baby
And that's just the way, baby
And that's the way, baby
And that's just the way, baby
And that's the way, baby
And that's just the way, baby
And that's the way, baby
And that's just the way, baby (that's the way, way)
That's just the way you make (that's just the way)
Feel like I'm gettin' so high, that's the way
The way (that's the way) you make
Feel like the whole world's mine, that's the way, yes
And baby, she met some friends (oh-ho)
On Sunday, it was Sunday, I don't know her name
Credits
Writer(s): Blk Odyssy
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