Brisky

Fine As Hell
(This how you really get your dougie on right here man) (Aye... whoa... aye... whoa... aye... whoa... aye) Hello My Darlin, how do you do? Hello My Darlin, it's so nice to meet you... tonight [Verse 1:] Uhh, that dress with your back out, damn that make me black out Killer when you walk, more dangerous than a trap house Swag like an actress, but too pretty to act out I'm here with my niggas, she with girlfriend in the black blouse Coincidently, we both in parties of two I think it's only right that we party with you I see you cross the room looking like you need a groom Ya body's a banger girl, I'm trying to be who you shoot At like Gmail, you that type female The type of girl that can bring the shore to the seashells And I ain't playin, I might end up your man If you keep it up like a bra without bands I'm a black star like the tats are on your hand You look like you a star, therefore I am a fan Front and center at your show, trying to touch your hand Tonight I'm trying to kick it with your band [Chorus:] Letras de cancionesFrom over there you look good From here you look great (Lil mama you cookin) Can I get a plate? I can tell you got taste Them shoes ain't from the states Got a lot of ass, but not a lot of waist Baby you're Fine As Hell Fine As Hell Darlin you're Fine As Hell Fine As Hell Hello My Darlin, how do you do? Hello My Darlin, it's so nice to meet you... tonight [Verse 2:] Look, them lower back dimples, make a nigga act simple You control the pace and I'm a keep with that tempo You up in here looking like the models in the window Amazing how your skin so smooth like Eddie Winslow Complimented by that sexy ass laugh Them sexy ass heels, show off them sexy ass calfs Don't know if you have school, but hell yes you have class She know that dress small, she don't let that ass spaz (Oh No) Way too on point to let it come up 20 nails done up, hair back down front up, Wearing accessories, Forever 21 rung up I must say Darlin, you are a stunna [Chorus:] From over there you look good From here you look great (Lil mama you cookin) Can a nigga get a plate? I can tell you got taste Them shoes ain't from the states Got a lot of ass, but not a lot of waist Baby you're Fine As Hell Fine As Hell (You're fine, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine) Darlin you're Fine As Hell Fine As Hell (You're fine, you're fine, you're fine as hell) [Verse 3:] Mama I swear the way them breast sit, gon get you arrested The way that dress fit, deserves a toast, Texas Bellybutton diamonds, same ones that's in her necklace I'm head over heels for how you build, Tetris I knew that you was sexy, with a whole lot of S's Across the room standing by the guy with the guest list Looking gooder then a tall glass of nesquik Swagger saying 'Nigga I am not the one to mess with' You finer than bottles of wine from the twenties Act sadity, it's ok cause you're just that pretty With a waist that skinny and a ass fat plenty Like you say in them clothing stores, 'Pass that to me' My Darlin (You looking good) You put together quite well (You put togther quite well) Yea, I say hello my darlin If you're doing how you look, then girl you doin fine as hell [Chorus:] From over there you look good From here you look great (Lil mama you cookin) Can I get a plate? I can tell you got taste Them shoes ain't from the states Got a lot of ass, but not a lot of waist Baby you're Fine As Hell Fine As Hell (You're fine, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine) Darlin you're Fine As Hell Fine As Hell (You're fine, you're fine, you're fine as hell) (Aye... whoa... aye... whoa... aye... whoa... aye) From Letras Mania