She Would Be The Winner
They called me straight up from the depths of hip-hop To talk ya lil’ ear off, lil’ hot mama
My slip dress shorty Half the age of 40 Chrome rims on ya truck (you think you ballin)
But let me bring a little bit of humble to ya spirit
My Name ring bells round the town when you hear it They call me $traight Value (suicide coupe dude)
Bank got numbers all day like soduku
And who knew we would walk past each other in our best outfits like we was made for each other
I’m not superstitious But you super viscious Left a stiletto at my house (my cindarella misses)
All on ya stomach kissin This just the intermission Cause when the flick come on (the good girl is gone)
I got no game it’s just some women understand my story And Fly, Fly, Fly
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(If she was in a contest she would be the winner),
Uh Huh (If she was in a contest she would be the winner),
Okay (If she was in a contest she would be the winner)
You my number one, babe girl my number one (If she was in a contest she would be the winner),
Uh Huh (If she was in a contest she would be the winner),
Okay (If she was in a contest she would be the winner), And ya got me goin
I heard hearsay is stronger than the spoken word
I heard was bigger than The Beatles Were We share ideas,
but I like to listen first And we talk (you can feel the trust occur)
What’s a better feelin than a bond in fruition We touchin and we Kisssin,
Synergy electric (thong strings so think I call it angel hair baby)
Brown skin-so-soft here come the Avon lady
That spot on ya thigh got you growin impatient
I kiss the other side it got ya legs perculatin
Jams in rotation by Jodeci and Jon B.
Back shots You hit high notes like Ronald Isley
And beside we, just look great in public Ya diamonds all perfect
Mines even clearer You caught me off guard when you copped me that
chain wit ya name on the back You slick like that girl.
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These models in my video is all hand picked
But you up on my arm is like a first draft pick Not a last pick (authentic in my eyes)
Amelia Earhardt: my chick so fly I Be lookin at ya body in ya ear I’m speakin words
Now turn that thing around (you got a nice censored word) You told me love hurts
And pain tickles So I’m laughin to the bank my jewelry drippin like ice sickles
And we we drive by everybody look Cant find my type of coupe in Kelly’s Blue Book
If she was in a contest she would be the winner
If looks was blasphemous then she would be the sinner
And since the beat feel like summer in Miami
Lets fly to Sandro Pei and forget about Miami
I been around the world and I, I, I Im tryna take you wit me
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