Halle Berry (She's Fine)

Lyrics

Hurricane, Hurricane
 Yeah, uh
 She fine than a bitch, ass and her tits
 Thick in the hips, every nigga wanna call her
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 She walkin' like a model, hands on your knees
 Scrub the ground, she ain't nothin' but a tease
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 Well, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
 Look at her prettier than Halle and thicker than Janet
 She say she like all of my club bangers I be jammin'
 Told her to bust it open let me see what's really happenin'
 She the ship and I'm the captain, I'm the captain
 Booty bigger and the pussy be poaching that make me happy
 And I'm all the way in your city, I'm from Louisiana
 So you gotta show me how your city do it for tha camera
 Make it drop and bring it back to the top, I'm no amateur, girl
 You could give it to me, it ain't nothin' I can't handle
 She just got out of the shower smellin' like a scented candle
 And I'm finna flip her backwards, have her sliding off the mattress
 No movin', no actin', baby, this real action
 Beat it up so bad you be scared to walk past me
 I know you're Halle Berry, baby this no actin'
 I beat it up so bad you be scared to walk past me, for real
 She fine than a bitch, ass and her tits
 Thick in the hips, every nigga wanna call her
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 She walkin' like a model, hands on your knees
 Scrub the ground, she ain't nothin' but a tease
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 Halle Berry you jazzy, that's way past fine
 Girl, you look like somethin' that's supposed to be on the dance line
 Incredible by the waist plus she got a pretty face
 Even though she got class, she listen to UGK
 I'm finna flip her through traffic with the top back of the donk
 Girl, I guarantee I can make you go numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
 I got enough bread to take me and you to London
 And back to America and all over the country
 She make me wanna keep her close by like a side kick
 She the type of chick that ain't gon' never look sloppy
 I'ma beat it out the frame, Hurricane that's who I be
 You must be Halle Berry, I don't need to see your ID
 She fine than a bitch, ass and her tits
 Thick in the hips, every nigga wanna call her
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 She walkin' like a model, hands on your knees
 Scrub the ground, she ain't nothin' but a tease
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 Gon' bob your head (head), gon' work your shoulder (shoulder)
 Now what I just said girl do it on the dick
 Age ain't shit, I done got a lil' older
 Me or your man, baby girl take a pick (which one?)
 She so classy, she so jazzy, yeah
 Lil mama blow like a ref
 Do it on the dick, she don't need no help
 She say she got it, she do it all by herself
 Do it, do it, stick it
 Bitch so fine like a goddamn ticket, gave her a hickey
 In order for a nigga like me to spend cash
 You gotta bounce like shocks in your ass
 You, bed, ass, work, start slow, faster
 Mr. Halle Berry, Mr. Take-Your-Bitch
 Take her from the club to the car to the dick
 Superstarr
 She fine than a bitch, ass and her tits
 Thick in the hips, every nigga wanna call her
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 She walkin' like a model, hands on your knees
 Scrub the ground, she ain't nothin' but a tease
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry (Halle Berry)
 Halle Berry, Halle Berry
 

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Duration
04:41
Key
11
Tempo
145 BPM

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