Sunday Morning

[Hook]
Your girl is easy
Your bitch is easy like Sunday morning

[Verse 1 - Cyhi Da Prince]
She was ridin 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 “What you smoking on?!”
“Oh - that’s the smell of lavender”
“And you drive a nice car
You must be a trafficker!”
I said: “Girl, you a trip
You must be a traveller”
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 Bridgette, 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’ around
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

[Hook]
Your girl is easy
Your bitch is easy like Sunday morning

[Verse 2 - Cyhi Da Prince]
Yeah OK, 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, trying to get rich, that’s a ritual
All the way through high school
Until she was a senior
Been about 7 years since a nigga seen her
Heard she moved away
But the rumors still linger
I used to have a partner named Mark
Who drove a Beemer
Said he met a girl that used to go to Redan
And he's in love with her
I said: “You jumping off the deep end”
He said: "Her name was Kim
Half-black and Puerto Rican"
"You talking about the Kim that graduated in ’03 man?!"