Jagged Edge - The way that you talk Lyrics
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- The way that you talk Lyrics
Album: A Jagged Era The Way That You Talk [Featuring Da Brat, JD] It's something bout the way you talk 2 me, come So So Def [Da Brat] It's scary, I'm a subsidiary of So So Def, next to Jay D This funkdafide baby keep 'em crazy My mentality happen to be livin' lavish With formalities of having the fat shit My status is impeccable We wreckin' your crew, the casualty is you Jagged Edge coming through Remember who [JD] Hit it, did it something like a thousand times Can't stop, can't quit Gotta, gotta get mine Get yours [Da Brat] I catch you off guard Keep yo dick hard Follow the yellow bitch To the road to riches And if the smoke thickens It's to be the beat Or it detrimental to your brain Chokin' off Mary Jane A.T. Lanta insane, came And kept it wetter than Niagra The main dame who maintain to stay platinum, [JD] stay platinum, come on We talk of me touchin you and your body We ever talk 'bout you and your other guys I like it when you tell me what you do if I was with you I like it cuz you have nothin' to hide 1 - The way that you talk to me The things that you say to me You got my body girl Have your way with me I'm tellin' you now There's something about Girl, I couldn't live without The way you talk to me We talking 'bout dreams you have about you and I You tell me things I did to you once I got up inside You make me look forward to the future Wanna have a wife and kids Cuz all the time that I been gettin' around I never felt like this, yeah I know you know baby, how much I love you I love you, you love me, and I know Baby, I know, whoa, yeah, whoa [JD] It's all about the pum-pun nanny nanny And mo' money With me pink bunny energy You just entered the J.E. era Chromed out Carreras Sex, boozin', and nonstop flow of cheddar Gimme some Christo, a sip or so You can send 'em all back The type to walk up in the club screamin' Where the hoe's at Tracks stay steaming, keep your floors packed Diamonds stay glimming and you're no match for me And my faculty actually all y'all wack to me Send me some some true playa's, with true rank Don't give a damn what you think Make a bet and I'll stop yo' bank, baby You dress jiggy, body bold-diggity Then it's a possibility that you and I can get busy What you wanna do, shit I got a pocket full of rubbers, and J.E. do too Repeat 1 Make you scream Papa You the best da da Repeat until fade
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