Shawty Is Da Shit
Shawty rock to the beat for yo' boy
Shawty (yeah, yeah, yeah), do it (ayy)
(Ayy, it's Loso in case you ain't know so)
Rock to the beat for ya boy (ayy, Dream, let me tell you bout shorty)
Radio killa, killa, killa
Shawty is the su-su-su-su-sugar honey iced tea
Prettiest one I see, little mama icy
They say she a Pisces, I heard they are feisty
You know how to treat her, she'll be sweeter than a Hi-C
Clean up very nicely, shoes are kinda pricey
Match 'em up precisely, good jean, nice tee
Like her food spicy and she is the same
Hotter than a flame, but I do not know her name
Is it Keisha? (Keisha)
Is it Tisha? (Tisha)
Maybe Lisa? (Lisa)
Or Teresa? (Teresa)
It could be Tia (Tia)
Maybe Aaliyah (Aaliyah)
I guess I'll find out one day
For now, I'ma say (ayy)
Shawty fly (ayy), shawty tight (ayy)
I shoulda stayed there, all night (ayy)
With you
With you
I missed ya (ayy), picked ya (ayy)
Now it's time I (ayy)
Get back up with you
Girl, with you
Oh, yeah
We used to kick it up at the park, but now she's all grown up (up, up, up)
Rockin' them stilettos jumpin' up out that Mercedes truck (truck)
Ooh
It was Keisha (oh-ooh), it was Sonia (oh-ooh)
It was Tanya (oh-ooh), it was Monique (oh-ho)
It was Niecy (oh-ooh), it was Keke (oh-ooh)
Ayy, now to see you at 23, all I can say is
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) man, I don't need no hook for this shit
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
'Cause shawty right there is the shit (ayy)
Shit (ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy)
Shit (yeah, ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy)
Shit (ayy)
Shawty, you the shit (ayy)
You the shit (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Dior jeans, her walk so mean
Burberry fragrance on my shirt from when she hugged me
Hard as rock when she touched me
Thinkin' how good she would've loved me
What it is, what it ain't, tell me what to do (ayy)
I know I'm late, but destiny bought me back to you (ayy)
Time went by, turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say, hello, tell yo' nigga, good-bye
It was Keisha (oh-ooh), it was Sonia (oh-ooh)
It was Tanya (oh-ooh), it was Monique (oh-ho)
It was Niecy (oh-ooh), it was Keke (oh-ooh)
Ayy, now to see you at 23, all I can say is
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) man, I don't need no hook for this shit
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
'Cause shawty right there is the shit (ayy)
Shit (ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy)
Shit (yeah, ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy)
Shit (ayy)
Shawty, you the shit (ayy)
You the shit (oh yeah, oh yeah)
If she fine, if shawty a dime
You should tip her (ayy), you should tip her (ayy)
This yo' girl, and you love her
You should tip her (ayy), you should tip her (ayy)
If she fix you eggs and grits in the mornin'
Man, you should tip her (ayy), you should tip her (ayy)
Pancakes with the bacon on the side
You should tip me (ayy), you should tip me (ayy)
Shawty rock to the beat for yo' boy (ayy)
(Oh-ooh, oh-ho) yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock to the beat for yo' boy
Now to see you at 23, all I can say is
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) man, I don't need no hook for this shit
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
'Cause shawty right there is the shit (ayy)
Shit (ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy)
Shit (yeah, ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy)
Shit (ayy)
Shawty, you the shit (ayy)
You the shit (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Shawty (yeah, yeah, yeah), do it (ayy)
(Ayy, it's Loso in case you ain't know so)
Rock to the beat for ya boy (ayy, Dream, let me tell you bout shorty)
Radio killa, killa, killa
Shawty is the su-su-su-su-sugar honey iced tea
Prettiest one I see, little mama icy
They say she a Pisces, I heard they are feisty
You know how to treat her, she'll be sweeter than a Hi-C
Clean up very nicely, shoes are kinda pricey
Match 'em up precisely, good jean, nice tee
Like her food spicy and she is the same
Hotter than a flame, but I do not know her name
Is it Keisha? (Keisha)
Is it Tisha? (Tisha)
Maybe Lisa? (Lisa)
Or Teresa? (Teresa)
It could be Tia (Tia)
Maybe Aaliyah (Aaliyah)
I guess I'll find out one day
For now, I'ma say (ayy)
Shawty fly (ayy), shawty tight (ayy)
I shoulda stayed there, all night (ayy)
With you
With you
I missed ya (ayy), picked ya (ayy)
Now it's time I (ayy)
Get back up with you
Girl, with you
Oh, yeah
We used to kick it up at the park, but now she's all grown up (up, up, up)
Rockin' them stilettos jumpin' up out that Mercedes truck (truck)
Ooh
It was Keisha (oh-ooh), it was Sonia (oh-ooh)
It was Tanya (oh-ooh), it was Monique (oh-ho)
It was Niecy (oh-ooh), it was Keke (oh-ooh)
Ayy, now to see you at 23, all I can say is
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) man, I don't need no hook for this shit
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
'Cause shawty right there is the shit (ayy)
Shit (ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy)
Shit (yeah, ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy)
Shit (ayy)
Shawty, you the shit (ayy)
You the shit (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Dior jeans, her walk so mean
Burberry fragrance on my shirt from when she hugged me
Hard as rock when she touched me
Thinkin' how good she would've loved me
What it is, what it ain't, tell me what to do (ayy)
I know I'm late, but destiny bought me back to you (ayy)
Time went by, turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say, hello, tell yo' nigga, good-bye
It was Keisha (oh-ooh), it was Sonia (oh-ooh)
It was Tanya (oh-ooh), it was Monique (oh-ho)
It was Niecy (oh-ooh), it was Keke (oh-ooh)
Ayy, now to see you at 23, all I can say is
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) man, I don't need no hook for this shit
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
'Cause shawty right there is the shit (ayy)
Shit (ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy)
Shit (yeah, ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy)
Shit (ayy)
Shawty, you the shit (ayy)
You the shit (oh yeah, oh yeah)
If she fine, if shawty a dime
You should tip her (ayy), you should tip her (ayy)
This yo' girl, and you love her
You should tip her (ayy), you should tip her (ayy)
If she fix you eggs and grits in the mornin'
Man, you should tip her (ayy), you should tip her (ayy)
Pancakes with the bacon on the side
You should tip me (ayy), you should tip me (ayy)
Shawty rock to the beat for yo' boy (ayy)
(Oh-ooh, oh-ho) yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock to the beat for yo' boy
Now to see you at 23, all I can say is
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) man, I don't need no hook for this shit
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
'Cause shawty right there is the shit (ayy)
Shit (ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy)
Shit (yeah, ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy)
Shit (ayy)
Shawty, you the shit (ayy)
You the shit (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Mckinney, Terius Gesteelde-diamant
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