Her

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Her major is biochemistry She something like a doctor All I know is shorty do roll blunts proper Puff lie in the lac pumping Big Poppa Going back to back spitting over Who Shot Ya Argue all day about who flow hotter Whisper in her ear I wanna be ya Don Dadda She smile gracias no si no nada No seeds so mama Gotta be mine Gotta be fine up top she heaven In the hips she seven And hold the MAC-11 Cause she street wise with her petite size Probably hold a n**** down if the heat rise She a real chick who don't need sweet guys Who speak lies Built like chicas Pushing 93 rides Besides every don needs a diva Passenger side reserved in my two-seater [Verse 2] You know my friend I'm into her But I don't know how much she's into me A perfect 10 is how to define her symmetry You talking Hip Hop Well she is the epitome As her man is how I want honey to picture me She's used to Malibu's most wanted like Jamie Kennedy Wack n****s who don't stimulate her mentally I don't want to go hard And have her act differently Really trying to get her But only get her sick of me So I'm doing all the flowers and candy Hoping she want to be down like Brandy Out of all the girls, this one understands me As crazy as we are she can rock with the family I want to scoop her up before a dude get fancy Come through stuntin And it's off with the panties I had my share of the material girls I'm trying to save shorty from the material world [Verse 3] I want her to love me kiss me Her touch is tender Putting all these emotions in a blender Her radiant smile warms up the coldest winter Ever when we together it calms my temper Sista is a Souljah True to the Game like Terri Woods Beautiful and misunderstood I got a lot of n****s straight hatin my style If they was on their job I wouldn't be making her smile Ready to tell both her parents I'm taken their child Bringing her to my world And making her my girl If she let me No matter what I do she don't sweat me Her brown skin sexy She know I love Nestle Saying shit to test me but I always pass We can survive the show like Ness and Babs In this life what I'm trying to say with this mic She the Claire Huxtable type That real n****s wife