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Jagged Edge Lyrics - The Way That You Talk

Its somethin bout the way you talk to me
Come on, So So Def
Its scary, Im a subsidiary area of
So So Def, next to Jay D
This funk-da-fide baby keep em crazy
My mentality happen to be livin lavish
With formalities of havin a fetish
My status is impeccable
We wreckin yo crew, the casualty is you
Jagged Edge coming through
Remember who
Hit it, did it somethin like a thousand times
Cant stop, cant quit, gotta, gotta get mine
Get yours
I catch you off guard, keep yo dick hard
Follow the yellow bitch to the road to riches
And if the smoke thickens, sista be the be are a detrimental to your brain
Choakin off Mary Jane, AT-lanta insane
Came and kept it wetter than Niagara
The main dame who maintain the state platinum [The state platinum, come on], yeah, ah
You talkin, me touchin you and your body
We even talkin bout you and your other guys
I like it when you tell me what youd do if I was with you
I like it cause you have nothin to hide
The way that you talk to me
The things that you say to me (What you say, what you say, babe)
You got my body, girl
Have your way with me (Have your with way with me, baby)
Say that youre down
Theres somethin about (Ooh, you know that Im talkin about)
Girl, I believe without (Whoa&oh&yeah&yeah&)
The way you talk to me
We talk about 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
Cause all the time that I been gettin around I never felt like this, yeah
I know you know, baby, how much I love you (How much I love you)
I love you, you love me and I know (Baby, I know)
Whoa&whoa (Yeah&) whoa&
Whoa&whoa (Hey&) whoa&
When I call your name
Its all about the poom, poom, nanny, nanny and mo money
With me, pink bunny and the G, you just in the D.J.E. era
Chromed out Carreras, sex, boozin and non-stop I flow with cheddar
We need some crystal, sip or so, you can send em all back
The type that walk up in the club screamin Where the ho's at?
Tracks stay steaming, keepin floors packed
Diamonds stay gleaming and youre no match
For me and my faculty
Actually all yall are whacked to me
Send me some true playas with true rank
Dont give a damn what you think
Make a bet and Ill stop yo bank, baby
You dress jiggy, body bomb diggy
Then its 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
The way that you talk to me (Ooh, baby)
The things that you say to me (Tell me how you like me, baby)
You got my body, girl
Have your way with me (Why you want me to do it then, baby, baby)
Im tellin you now
Theres something about
Girl, I cant live without
The way you talk to me
Made you scream Papa
You da best dada
Made you scream Papa
You da best dada
Made you scream Papa
You da best dada

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