Ronnie Eriic - You the Finest Thing

Huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lets do this ronnie)
Oh nah, nah
Huh
Ou, yeah, yeah

Ouuuuuuuuuu baby (Ou baby yeah)
You the finest thing I ever seen (Ou, Ou)
In a long time (Ouuuuuuuu, ou, ou)
And its crazy
I been asking god to bless me (Please bless me lord)
With someone so fine
It don't make no sense you look like paradise (Paradise)
You remind of a brandy over ice (Ouuuuuuuuuu)
Girl I bet you taste better than a apple pie (Ah, ah)
You the type of angel I can really make a wife

God damn
Why she look like that
Baby so perfect had to stop the cadillac
Man I pulled over pulled up In the cul de sac
Had to ask god does he need his angel back (Do you need her back)
Cause I need that
I had to ask what's her name and what's her number (Uh, huh)
She told me what her math was
And save her name as summer (God dam)
I cracked a little joke (Okay)
She looked at me and laughed (She laughed)
She turned and walked away and said I better text her ass
I'm on that

Ouuuuuuuuuu baby (Ou baby yeah)
You the finest thing I ever seen (Ou, Ou)
In a long time (Ouuuuuuuu, ou, ou)
And its crazy
I been asking god to bless me (please bless me lord)
With someone so fine
It don't make no sense you look like paradise (Paradise)
You remind of a brandy over ice (Ouuuuuuuuuu)
Girl I bet you taste better than a apple pie (Ah, ah)
You the type of angel I can really make a wife

Woooooooo
Now we texting
We just steady asking questions back and forth
I think I made a good choice (I know did)
Asked what she wanted
She told me I wouldn't get it
Her standards are very high
I told her to never switch it
Cause I
Aint afraid to show you what you missing girl
I'm the type of guy that take you round the world
Im like a quarterback
I throw it where you at
Yeah you caught and I
Caught feelings wit you girl

Ouuuuuuuuuu baby (Ou baby yeah)
You the finest thing I ever seen (Ou, Ou)
In a long time (Ouuuuuuuu, ou, ou)
And its crazy
I been asking god to bless me (Please bless me lord)
With someone so fine
It don't make no sense you look like paradise (Paradise)
You remind of a brandy over ice (Ouuuuuuuuuu)
Girl I bet you taste better than a apple pie (Ah, ah)
You the type of angel I can really make a wife

Written by:
Ronald Fields

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