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Tadow
Oh, I saw her, and she hit me like (tadow)
Saw that thing so beautiful (tadow)
She just hit my heart, ooh (tadow)
Full force and she got me like (tadow)
I be like (tadow)
Baby (tadow)
Why you so fine? (Tadow, tadow)
Gotta make you mine (tadow, tadow)
So hard to find (tadow, tadow)
Baby, like, oh
How'd you do the thing?
The way that you do it and she ain't even show
Nothing
She be walking round so confident, so heaven-sent
I think she was meant to knock 'em dead like (tadow, tadow)
Like (Tadow, tadow)
Girl, you so fine (tadow)
Oh-oh-oh (tadow, tadow)
Girl, you acting like ooh
Baby, so fine
Please, babe
Girl you knock 'em dead
Ooh, oh
She was so sublime, super fine, she was never lying
Strutting in her heels or her slides, either way
Eyes on her every single day, week, year
Everyone wondering how she does it with no fear
All that confidence wasn't heaven-sent?
Does it come within?
Does it come run out? I don't know
She'll just have 'em runnin' out and in, man, they want to sin
Talking deadly sin
With Mrs. Lady, I don't understand
Why she hit 'em like (tadow, tadow)
Hey, like (tadow, tadow)
Girl, you knock 'em dead (tadow, tadow)
Oh-oh-oh (tadow, tadow)
How you do the things you do
Tadow
Oh, I saw her, and she hit me like (tadow)
Saw that thing so beautiful (tadow)
She just hit my heart, ooh (tadow)
Full force and she got me like (tadow)
I be like (tadow)
Baby (tadow)
Why you so fine? (Tadow, tadow)
Gotta make you mine (tadow, tadow)
So hard to find (tadow, tadow)
Baby, like, oh
How'd you do the thing?
The way that you do it and she ain't even show
Nothing
She be walking round so confident, so heaven-sent
I think she was meant to knock 'em dead like (tadow, tadow)
Like (Tadow, tadow)
Girl, you so fine (tadow)
Oh-oh-oh (tadow, tadow)
Girl, you acting like ooh
Baby, so fine
Please, babe
Girl you knock 'em dead
Ooh, oh
She was so sublime, super fine, she was never lying
Strutting in her heels or her slides, either way
Eyes on her every single day, week, year
Everyone wondering how she does it with no fear
All that confidence wasn't heaven-sent?
Does it come within?
Does it come run out? I don't know
She'll just have 'em runnin' out and in, man, they want to sin
Talking deadly sin
With Mrs. Lady, I don't understand
Why she hit 'em like (tadow, tadow)
Hey, like (tadow, tadow)
Girl, you knock 'em dead (tadow, tadow)
Oh-oh-oh (tadow, tadow)
How you do the things you do
Tadow
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Writer(s): Vincent Fenton, Micah Davis, Vincent Julien Fenton
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