[Verse 1: Young M.A]
Yo, she fire
Brown skin, pretty brown eyes
Slim waist, but her hips kind of wide
Thick thighs, she about 5'5", or about 5'6"
Pretty tits sittin' high, legs crossed when she sit
Hair was hangin' 'bout an inch, then she cut it off (Cut it off)
Eyebrows on fleek, can't rub it off, no pencil
Trap music in the Benz coupe, with the top down
No nigga, just a shih tzu
Bad bitch, she only smoke blunts with the glass tips
And she buy Chanel bags, just to put her cash in
Chanel thigh-high boots, stash the 380 (Stash the 380)
Money on her mind, she ain't thinkin' 'bout no baby (She ain't thinkin' 'bout no baby)
We used to sing Ashanti
"Baby, baby, ba-baby-y"
Now her mood is, "Fuck you, pay me" (Ooh)
Used to ride the bus (Uh), now she wear a bust down (Uh)
Now, it's a Clearport every time she touch down (Uh)
When they throwin' shade, she just make a touchdown (Score)
Scorin' on you hoes, she real life goals
[Chorus: Relle Bey]
Shorty got her own car and her own crib (Own crib)
She don't take no handouts, she don't owe shit (Ooh, ooh)
Shorty pay her own bills, buy her own drip (Drip, drip)
I can't keep my hands off her, 'cause she so thick (Ooh, ooh)
Bust her wrist down, baby, you the coldest (Ooh, ooh)
She don't gold-dig 'cause it ain't her motive (Yeah, yeah)
She gon' push the drugs just to keep her loaded (Oh-whoa)
Got it out the mud and I had to notice
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin' (Never need a nigga for nothin')
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin', no (No, never need a nigga)
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever, need a nigga for nothin' (She ain't never need a nigga for nothin')
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin', no (No, no, never need a nigga)
Yo, she fire
Brown skin, pretty brown eyes
Slim waist, but her hips kind of wide
Thick thighs, she about 5'5", or about 5'6"
Pretty tits sittin' high, legs crossed when she sit
Hair was hangin' 'bout an inch, then she cut it off (Cut it off)
Eyebrows on fleek, can't rub it off, no pencil
Trap music in the Benz coupe, with the top down
No nigga, just a shih tzu
Bad bitch, she only smoke blunts with the glass tips
And she buy Chanel bags, just to put her cash in
Chanel thigh-high boots, stash the 380 (Stash the 380)
Money on her mind, she ain't thinkin' 'bout no baby (She ain't thinkin' 'bout no baby)
We used to sing Ashanti
"Baby, baby, ba-baby-y"
Now her mood is, "Fuck you, pay me" (Ooh)
Used to ride the bus (Uh), now she wear a bust down (Uh)
Now, it's a Clearport every time she touch down (Uh)
When they throwin' shade, she just make a touchdown (Score)
Scorin' on you hoes, she real life goals
[Chorus: Relle Bey]
Shorty got her own car and her own crib (Own crib)
She don't take no handouts, she don't owe shit (Ooh, ooh)
Shorty pay her own bills, buy her own drip (Drip, drip)
I can't keep my hands off her, 'cause she so thick (Ooh, ooh)
Bust her wrist down, baby, you the coldest (Ooh, ooh)
She don't gold-dig 'cause it ain't her motive (Yeah, yeah)
She gon' push the drugs just to keep her loaded (Oh-whoa)
Got it out the mud and I had to notice
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin' (Never need a nigga for nothin')
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin', no (No, never need a nigga)
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever, need a nigga for nothin' (She ain't never need a nigga for nothin')
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin', no (No, no, never need a nigga)
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