Sunday Morning

Your girl is easy like Sunday morning

Your girl is easy

Your bitch 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 fuckin' round

That nigga would be livid,

Admit it,

You would be too if you was with this"

So I cut the bullshit

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 nigga you should quit it

Your girl is easy like Sunday morning

Your girl is easy

Your bitch 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

Bitch from up the street

Plus a liar that's habitual

Getting drunk and having sex

I swear the chick was pitiful

Sucking dick, tryna get rich – that's a ritual

All the way through high school

Until she was a senior

Been about seven years since a nigga 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 bitch was easy

Your bitch is easy like Sunday morning

Your bitch is easy