One Hot Minute

She said she like the way I kiss, lips soft to the touch

I say I love the way she speak, but she talkin too much

Forbidden love, so our time together is never enough

I told her we goin for a ride, She say she already buckled up

I love the way she ride

She used to automatic, but ain’t foreign to stick

Might make her my bride

Beauty and ambition, not to mention she thick