Song writer/composer(s): Christopher Dooley, Jamaal M Parker, Juan Salinas, Oscar Salinas
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Hurricane ChrisHalle Berry (She's Fine) Lyrics:
She fine den a bitch, ass and her tits
Thick in tha hips, every nig wanna call her
Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry
She walkin' like a model, hands on your knees
Scrub the ground, she ain't nothin' but a tease
Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry
Well, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Look at her prettier then Halle and thicker than Janet
She say she like all of my club bangers I be jammin'
I told her to bust it open let me see what's really happenin'
She the ship and I'm tha captain, I'm tha 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 that camera
Make it drop and bring it back to the top, I'm no amateur, girl
You can 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, finna, slidin' off tha mattress
No movin', no actin', baby this is 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 den a bitch, ass and her tits
Thick in tha hips, every nig wanna call her
Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry
She walkin' like a model, hands on your knees
Scrub the ground, she ain't nothin' but a tease
Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry
Halle Berry you jazze and that's way past fine
Girl, you look like somethin' that should be on tha dance line
Increadable by tha waist plus she got a pretty face
Even though she got class she listen to UGK
I'm finna flip her through traffic with tha top back of tha 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 to keep her close by like a side kick
She tha type of chick that ain't gone never look sloppy
I'mma 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 den a bitch, ass and her tits
Thick in tha hips, every nig wanna call her
Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry
She walkin' like a model, hands on your knees
Scrub the ground, she ain't nothin' but a tease
Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry
Gon' bob your head, gon' work your shoulder
Now what I just said girl do it on tha D
Age ain't shi, I done got a lil' older
Me or you man, baby girl take a pic, which one?
She so classy, she's so jazzy
Lil' momma blow like a [Incomprehensible]
Do it on tha D, she don't need no help
She say she got it, she do it all by herself
Do it, do it sick
Get 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 tha club to tha car to tha D
Superstar
She fine den a bitch, ass and her tits
Thick in tha hips, every nig wanna call her
Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry
She walkin' like a model, hands on your knees
Scrub the ground, she ain't nothin' but a tease
Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry, Miss Berry
Lyrics: Halle Berry (She's Fine), Hurricane Chris [end]
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