Sunday Morning - CyHi Da Prynce

Your girl is easy like Sunday morning
Your girl is easy
Your b**ch is easy like Sunday morning
She was riding in the Acura
I pulled up from the back of her
Rolled the window down and said
Hello I am a bachelor
With excellent vernacular
ATL's Ambassador”
She said “Whatcha smokin' on ”
“Oh that's the smell of lavender”
“And you drive a nice car
You must be a trafficer”
I said “Girl you a trip
You must be a traveler”
She said she was from Marietta
Went to school in Lassiter
But I don't care
I just want to beat it up like Haggler
She said her name was Bridget
And she like to kick it
But she got a boyfriend
I told her I could dig it
She said “If he catch us f**kin' round
That ni**a would be livid
Admit it
You would be too if you was with this”
So I cut the *
And asked her for her digits
A couple days later she came by to pay a visit
Now I'm in the room
Swinging wood like I'm playing cricket
So if you think she the one
My ni**a you should quit it
Your girl is easy like Sunday morning
Your girl is easy
Your b**ch is easy like Sunday morning
Yeah Okay
Here's another scenario
I knew this girl from middle school
When it came to getting some
It was never difficult
She liked all the athletes
Came to all the track meets
And i was varsity
So you know I had to hit her too
Her attitude was pitiful
Reminds you of the typical
B**ch from up the street
Plus a liar that's habitual
Getting drunk and having sex
I swear the chick was pitiful
* tryna get rich – that's a ritual
All the way through high school
Until she was a senior
Been about seven years since a ni**a seen her
Heard she moved away
But the rumors still linger
Used to have a partner named mark who drove a beamer
Said he met a girl that used to go to 'Rita
And he in love with her
I said “You jumpin' off the deep end”
Said he name was Kim
Half black and Puerto Rican
You talking 'bout the Kim that graduated in '03 man
That b**ch was easy
Your b**ch is easy like Sunday morning
Your b**ch is easy