1.She Got
(feat. TKO Capone, Super Jay)
Hook：
She got style like a muthafucka (6x)
She got a body like a muthafucka (6x)
Verse 1- Y.O.
I don't know how you put dem jeans on／
Watchin yo booty go back and forth look like its ping pong／
I envision myself up in ya don't dat seem wrong／
Hit you with this hammer you'd prolly make it my ringtone, but
this should be yo theme song／
Mo' style den a French designer, body got like a 10-inch behind
her／
She dropped it low like a recliner, den brought it up like a
reminder／
Where dey make these, where'd you find her lookin like somethin
thats out of my dream／
Girl you da one I'm tryna pick, like I'm attempting to set up a
screen／
And yea dem jeans I'm tryna get you out like an eviction／
She so B.A.D., I'd say I love her, but that ain't part of my
diction／
Tell me I'm trippin, I say we should vacate, make tapes like Ray
J and Kim／
So bout her money like Baby and Slim, you prolly think that she
related to dem／
I cater to dem type, B.A.D., she suit me like pinstripes, swag／
If you was for sale you'd already been bagged, fully accessed
ain't a thing that you lack／
Dressin like you just came up out of Saks, with 2 random dudes
tryna carry ya sacks／
Ain't talkin money, but she got a rack, that body should be
engraved on a plaque／
Hook：
She got style like a muthafucka (6x)
She got a body like a muthafucka (6x)
Verse 2 - TKO Capone
Aye she got style, man she super bad, mo' cheese than a chalupa
has／
She jumped inside me roofless slab, and blue me like a Hoover
flag／
I never been a loser fag, 50 Tyson stupid swag／
When I walked in her pad her kids looked up like huh are you my
dad／
Eeen, hell naw, I don't know what really to tell yall／
I'ma danell nah so move around I don't wanna smell yall／
Skinnamarink I think she has mo' kids than Dashiki／
I'm only over here cause I'm frenchie, came to give ya mama some
winkie／
Well duh, ring ring ya its the O Capone／
Yung O called my phone said we in need of a song／
Switch gears, she winked her eye so I must reply if her man trip
I'ma dust the guy／
She's the shit, you can't flush I tried, she givin blow jobs so
I must apply／
You a lame, you can't justify, no caterpillars, doors butterfly／
Don't compare with the other guy, like KFC I get a bunch of
thighs／
Like Mississippi I get a bunch of I's, you don't get it ketchup
like what come with fries／
people think I had sex on an airplane, why, cause I'm fuckin
fly／
Hook：
She got style like a muthafucka (6x)
She got a body like a muthafucka (6x)
Verse 3 - Y.O.
Okay so style is what you teachin, body language dats what you
speakin／
Well let me begin, you should pretend dat I'm yo man for da
weekend／
Blow da whistle like a reach-in, finest hoes she beat dem／
Pockets gotta be deep in for dem designer clothes dat she be in／
Honor roll was her peak den, baddest chick comin from her class／
Now when I get to peepin, look like her ass grew anotha ass／
And you ain't have to ask, her face fine she killin ooo／
Lovin da way you dance you say no hands but I'm still feelin
you／
Drinks, get me billed for 2 or mo', I might need a few of those／
B.A.D. girl wit no tv show, she skipped dat for a movie role／
Bougie hoes just don't compare, dem Serena thighs so cutthroat／
I'm tellin ya chicks standin next to her, get overlooked, short
folk／
Of course though, but no coarse hair, and her body look better
in sportswear／
She got dem shorts where, dey show a lot of skin n got her own
crib wit a Porsche der／
Porsche there, she winnin, tryna study her like its forensics／
Got me training like its the Olympics just to get next, next,
like an apprentice／
Hook：
She got style like a muthafucka (6x)
She got a body like a muthafucka (6x)
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