Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Got It, artist - 2 Pistols. Album song Death Before Dishonor, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
She Got It |
Yeah, 2 Pistols… |
T-Pain, «She Got It» |
Ahhhh, YEAHH |
Yeahhh, HEY~! |
I know she got it cause she lookin at me like she want it (want it) |
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some D’s on it (HEY~!) |
Whatever it is you cain’t stop it |
Cause she get low, when she on that pole, and that lets me know |
She got it (she got it) she got it (she got it) |
She got it (she got it) she got it (she got it) |
Ooooooooh! |
(she got it) she got it (she got it) |
Whoahh (she got it) shor-tay (she.got.it) |
Ay, supermodel, lemme holla at you for a second… |
Excuse moi, let me talk to you for a second |
Lil' mama so fine she got the whole squad sweatin |
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans? |
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink (drink) |
Young boss baby, I treat’cha treat’cha to the finer things |
The neck bling, wrist bling, wedding ring — nah~! |
I’m playin |
Might light you neck or your wrist |
But’cha gotta ride nice dick and uhh, take trips with the bricks |
She got it (she got it) she got it (she got it) that’s what Pain said |
Them other niggas lame man, lil' mama I got the game plan |
2 Pistols, me and you boss |
I make it happen while they talk, ridin 6's while they walk |
Ooooh (HEY!) ooooh (HEY!) |
She got it (she got it) — |
Ooooh (HEY!) ooooh (HEY!) |
She got it (she got it) — |
Shorty know she’s got it (HEY!) got it, got it (HEY!) |
She got it (she got it) — |
Shorty know she’s got it (HEY!) got it, got it (HEY!) |
She got it (she got it) — {she.got.it) |
Damn she bad (damn she bad) damn she thick (yes indeed) |
Five foot five, hazel eyes, redbone you da shit |
Make a nigga wanna stop and stare, I just wanna pull your hair |
Freaky shit, kinky shit, but we don’t need to take it there |
I’m a young boss girl, let me upgrade ya |
He’s a worker, I get work out, what you 'bout girl |
Trips to Venice (Venice) what’s the bid’ness |
Bet this, Swiss your digits, and the rest is history |
I see my superwoman, nobody cain’t do it like she can |
And she got it, I’m tellin you like nobody YEAH |
And I love the way she talk them lames out they dreams |
Bestest thing in fresh Louis with the matching jeans |
And I love the tatted down baby, I’m your fit |
Can I be yo' appetizer, yo just her and me |
Oh, she’s on tonight, the baddest in the club |
I grab that ass when she give me a hug cause |