Ms. Right
Yea
What y'all know about that old school slow jam
Yea
She love me, she love me not, I peddle flower
I get the bag, Fendi, Gucci, Coach, Prada
A breath of fresh air, a tall glass of water
Time stopped for a second the moment that I saw her
She like the corporate type, her manners so polite
Always the star of the scene, a vetted socialite
She rock them Apple Bottoms right, make you want to bite
There was no room in them jeans because her ass tight
Always a smile on her face, she living in the light
Go to church on Sunday and party Friday night
Won't hesitate to catch a flight to a foreign place
She wanna see the world from outer space
Always living in the stars, made herself at home
Hollywood Boulevard and villa in Rome
She speak seven languages, street accent
Wearing natures fragrance, such a sweet scent
Laying on the beach sand working on her tan
Just minding her business dreaming about her superman
Sun block, tall dark and handsome, pardon my height
Allow me to introduce myself, hello I'm Mr. Right
She love me, she love me not, I peddle flower
I get the bag, Fendi, Gucci, Coach, Prada
A breath of fresh air, a tall glass of water
Time stopped for a second the moment that I saw her
She love me, she love me not, I peddle flower
I get the bag, Fendi, Gucci, Coach, Prada
A breath of fresh air, a tall glass of water
Time stopped for a second the moment that I saw her
Essential oil salt bath, candle lit on every corner
Can't make it get any wetter, can't get no warmer
She wanna soak a bit, chill, smoke, take a hit
Pour a glass of red wine, she wanna take a sip
Savor the rainbow tatted on her hip
When she feel ecstasy, she bite down on her lip
Body heat next to me, I strip just to cool down
I'm rubbing on your feet, neck, back, how that shit sound
I call it pregame warmup before the foreplay
She hanging from the sex swing oily in the door way
I told her take this meat from a King, have it your way
We treat the Presidential Suite like a short stay
A bad girl, she celibate, she said make her pay
Won't hesitate, I'm Dirty Harry, make my day
I got a sweet tooth, I make her sweet ass shake
She got American Pie, double chocolate cake
She love me, she love me not, I peddle flower
I get the bag, Fendi, Gucci, Coach, Prada
A breath of fresh air, a tall glass of water
Time stopped for a second the moment that I saw her
She love me, she love me not, I peddle flower
I get the bag, Fendi, Gucci, Coach, Prada
A breath of fresh air, a tall glass of water
Time stopped for a second the moment that I saw her
What y'all know about that old school slow jam
Yea
She love me, she love me not, I peddle flower
I get the bag, Fendi, Gucci, Coach, Prada
A breath of fresh air, a tall glass of water
Time stopped for a second the moment that I saw her
She like the corporate type, her manners so polite
Always the star of the scene, a vetted socialite
She rock them Apple Bottoms right, make you want to bite
There was no room in them jeans because her ass tight
Always a smile on her face, she living in the light
Go to church on Sunday and party Friday night
Won't hesitate to catch a flight to a foreign place
She wanna see the world from outer space
Always living in the stars, made herself at home
Hollywood Boulevard and villa in Rome
She speak seven languages, street accent
Wearing natures fragrance, such a sweet scent
Laying on the beach sand working on her tan
Just minding her business dreaming about her superman
Sun block, tall dark and handsome, pardon my height
Allow me to introduce myself, hello I'm Mr. Right
She love me, she love me not, I peddle flower
I get the bag, Fendi, Gucci, Coach, Prada
A breath of fresh air, a tall glass of water
Time stopped for a second the moment that I saw her
She love me, she love me not, I peddle flower
I get the bag, Fendi, Gucci, Coach, Prada
A breath of fresh air, a tall glass of water
Time stopped for a second the moment that I saw her
Essential oil salt bath, candle lit on every corner
Can't make it get any wetter, can't get no warmer
She wanna soak a bit, chill, smoke, take a hit
Pour a glass of red wine, she wanna take a sip
Savor the rainbow tatted on her hip
When she feel ecstasy, she bite down on her lip
Body heat next to me, I strip just to cool down
I'm rubbing on your feet, neck, back, how that shit sound
I call it pregame warmup before the foreplay
She hanging from the sex swing oily in the door way
I told her take this meat from a King, have it your way
We treat the Presidential Suite like a short stay
A bad girl, she celibate, she said make her pay
Won't hesitate, I'm Dirty Harry, make my day
I got a sweet tooth, I make her sweet ass shake
She got American Pie, double chocolate cake
She love me, she love me not, I peddle flower
I get the bag, Fendi, Gucci, Coach, Prada
A breath of fresh air, a tall glass of water
Time stopped for a second the moment that I saw her
She love me, she love me not, I peddle flower
I get the bag, Fendi, Gucci, Coach, Prada
A breath of fresh air, a tall glass of water
Time stopped for a second the moment that I saw her
Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Lachapelle
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