Sunday School

Lyrics

I still remember when we first met (First met) You looked so sexy in your red dress (Red dress) I loved the smell of your sweet perfume (Perfume) Back in Sunday school (Sunday school) I promise to always treat you right (You right) You'll always have anything you like Don't know how we fell in love so soon (So soon) It was Sunday school (Sunday school) [Verse 1: Max B] Yeah, class clown, never would learn nothin' Skated at lunch time, I wanted to burn somethin' Duckin' the true scenes, plotted all through the night Detectives would cut slacks, watch for the blue and whites Played a few phone calls, dated a few pornstars They pussies is overrated, niggas is overpaid Seen on 7th Ave, ten to the seventeen Beautiful brown skin, figure what heaven mean Slipped through my fingers once, never again I spotted baby a year later when she was with friends We started datin' but couldn't get it, she made a nigga wait That made me just want it more, post up at corner stores She finally gave in, took it slow Baby was sweet as a caramel from head to her toes Now I knew why she made me wait, shit was worth it She let me go in the green light, the putty was workin' (Ow, here we go) [Chorus: Max B & French Montana ] I still remember when we first met (First met) You looked so sexy in your red dress (Red dress) I loved the smell of your sweet perfume (Perfume) Back in Sunday school (Sunday school) I promise to always treat you right (You right) You'll always have anything you like Don't know how we fell in love so soon (So soon) It was Sunday school ( Haan ) [Verse 2: French Montana] Shawty so bad, make you get rid of your roster Takin' just the Casablanca, then we right back to the casa I'm with boss Dom Pérignon, he used to sip the grand cru Kukoč with the left shot, Alimoe with the handle This that B.I.G. "Hypnotize," this that AZ and Nas Sunday School, fantasize, yeah, Serena Williams thighs Me and shawty high rollin', play Future, live for the moment Gotta stay away from them phonies, chasin' trillions while they trollin' I ain't do it the hot-iron way, shawty was my homie Gotta get 'em for what they owe me 'cause I remember what they told me Got a crib in every coast, maids in it Keep alive first how she stay winnin' Road to riches, fast car with no brakes in it Ass fat, waist slimmer, send a jet, late for dinner New York for the summer, Yams for the winter [Chorus: Max B] It was Sunday school I still remember when we first met (First met) You looked so sexy in your red dress (Red dress) I loved the smell of your sweet perfume (Perfume) Back in Sunday school (Sunday school) I promise to always treat you right (You right) You'll always have anything you like Don't know how we fell in love so soon (So soon) It was Sunday school