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Rendezvous Lyrics by Col3trane & Miraa May

(Elevated always get it right)

I call my baby, she tryna groove
I call my baby to get it poppin'
She always with the rendezvous
And she ain’t really talking, she 'bout action
She got pillys, she got cro, and she got shrooms
She wilin 'cause she ain’t got shit to do
And she tryna do what I'm tryna do
Baby just come through, I'm here, rendezvous
Come rendezvous, comment allez vous?
Pardon my french while I put it on you
You know what I do, I won't talk too much
You'll see when I'm through, come to mama
And baby don't worry, I'ma be here for the evening
I don’t like to talk, I don’t really get to speaking
I'm staying down, I got something to believe in
My baby threw me off the deep end

You’re my winner you
My winner you are
You're my only one
Right from the start
You're my winner you
My winner you are
You, you, you
Uh, uh-huh

I take my baby right through the roof
And when he love me yeah that's real lovin’
Sip some Henny, roll it, get loose (Loose)
Every time he try to leave I cry fountains
Let me ride you like a joke on April fools
Won't stop 'til 6 in the morning
Make sure to meet me at the rendezvous
But do you like it when I pull up with my people?
Or do you want me to come buck you on my solo
I know you like it when I kiss up on your neck real slow
And I talk to you nice like we grown folk
I tell you everything you wanna hear
Go head and bring it back, you know I'm right here (Bring it back, yeah)
She put the pack in her loubs
So I ain't have to do it
She take it out, hand it to me
God damn I love it when she tell me

You're my winner you
My winner you are
You're my only one
Right from the start
You're my winner you
My winner you are
You, you, you
Huh, my

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