[Intro: Oddisee]
Man, Tay, Pooh.. Bout time y'all came out this 'jont man
I told you Georgia Ave., Day be POPPIN' shawty
You don't e'en know, be a rack of broads out this joint from Howard
Ykahmsayin?
They bring 'em from all over, ykahmsayin? And good wit that bop
You know what it is doe, mumbo sauce and chicken wings
It ain't a thang huh man, let's go..
[Verse 1: Phonte]
Uh, she got that thang about her
The type of thang that make a nigga wanna sang about her
And when he sang, the whole crowd sang along about her
And when he get off the stage, he gon kick off his A's and tell his mom about her
So single and carefree, all the ballas willing to pay like a hairpiece
But she don't want no drama 'bout her
Cause when she get a man, that nigga understand
He walkin through the mall wit his arm around her
I used to see her in the back of my mind, all the various times
And be like, "Damn, mama!"; even my grandfather
Say you was the marryin kind, not conceited
She just act stuck-up, to weed out the fuck-ups
Cause to her it's more important, like the old folks say
"Boy it's more than courtin' when the seasons change
Then you need to change, and she be your umbrella in the freezin rain"
Now do your thang, mama
Man, Tay, Pooh.. Bout time y'all came out this 'jont man
I told you Georgia Ave., Day be POPPIN' shawty
You don't e'en know, be a rack of broads out this joint from Howard
Ykahmsayin?
They bring 'em from all over, ykahmsayin? And good wit that bop
You know what it is doe, mumbo sauce and chicken wings
It ain't a thang huh man, let's go..
[Verse 1: Phonte]
Uh, she got that thang about her
The type of thang that make a nigga wanna sang about her
And when he sang, the whole crowd sang along about her
And when he get off the stage, he gon kick off his A's and tell his mom about her
So single and carefree, all the ballas willing to pay like a hairpiece
But she don't want no drama 'bout her
Cause when she get a man, that nigga understand
He walkin through the mall wit his arm around her
I used to see her in the back of my mind, all the various times
And be like, "Damn, mama!"; even my grandfather
Say you was the marryin kind, not conceited
She just act stuck-up, to weed out the fuck-ups
Cause to her it's more important, like the old folks say
"Boy it's more than courtin' when the seasons change
Then you need to change, and she be your umbrella in the freezin rain"
Now do your thang, mama
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