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Yung O
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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
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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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