Southern Belle - Sir the Baptist, Michelle Williams

I got the Alabama blackberry

Straight from sandy soils

Look like Halle Berry with a Badu soul

Got a sweet Georgia peach

Damn she so unique

Outkast on the speakers while I squeeze her 'til she leaks

Got that southern Florida orange

Damn she turn me on

Sex me like a porn, keep this Chicago boy warm

My Louisiana strawberry

We got plans to get married

When I get off tour, yeah

Southern belle, southern belle (Where my deacons at?)

Ring my line like dinner bells

I’ll come through, yeah

Southern belles, southern belles

Can I get an amen?

I’ll be back before dinner bells

Ohh, I’ma come through for ya (come through)

I’ll keep ya loving on the stove baby

Keep it hot for me

If she ain’t southern then she southside

Hit that Lakeshore Drive

Graduated from King High

Got Bronzeville in her eye

She my Michelle Obama

'Bout to meet my mama

Then take her to the White House let the whole world see ya

See, I’ma do better for you (yeah)

I know what I put you through (I believe you)

Plus your dad left big shoes

And if I’m gonna fill 'em then I gotta follow through, right?

I know just want you need babe

And I’m gon' do better

Oh, southern belle, southern belle

Huh, yeah, ring my line like dinner bells

Whoa, southern belle

Ring my line like dinner bells

Yeah, yeah

I’m gon' come through, yeah

Keep ya loving on the stove baby

I will, I will, I will

Keep it hot for me

If I was a basketball player (Which one?)

She’ll be in the stands (okay)

Cheering me on, she my number one fan (yes I am)

If I was drug dealin' or a politician

She got my back I know

She’s my Olivia Pope

If I never get a Oscar

Never get a Grammy

It could never replace the gems I got from your granny

She say

«You can have the fans of the world, huh, but that’s nothing like a southern

girl»

So, do you mind if I back this train up to the sunset baby?

Ohh, come on baby