Shawty Is Da Sh*! (Album Version)

Shawty Is Da Sh*! (Album Version)

The-Dream

Shawty rock to the beat for yo boy shawty, do it (Ay, it's Loso in case you ain't know so)
Rock to the beat for yo boy radio killa, killa (Ay, Dream lemme tell you bout shawty)

Shawty is the sh-sh-sh-sh 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 jeans nice T
Like her food spicy and she is the same
Hotter than a flame, but I do not know her name, is it Keisha? (Aye)
Is it Teisha? (Aye) Maybe Lisa? (Aye) Or Taurisa? (Aye)
It could be Teeyah?(Aye) Maybe Aaliyah? (Aye)
I guess I'll find out one day, for now I'mma say (Aye)

Shawty fly (Aye), shawty tight (Aye)
Shoulda stayed there, all night (Aye)
With you, with you
I missed ya (Aye), picked ya (Aye)
Now it's time I (Aye), get back up
With you, girl, with you,
Oh yeah! We used to kick it up at the park
Now she's all grown up, up, up, up
Rockin them stilettos
Jumpin' up out that Mercedes truck (Truck, truck, truck) Ooh

It was Keisha (oh), it was Sonia (oh)
It was Tanya (oh), it was Monique (oh)
It was Niecy (oh), it was Keke (oh)
Ay, now that I see you at twenty-three, all I can say is

Ooh, ooh, man, I don't need no hook for this shit, ooh, ooh
'Cause shawty right there is the shit! (Aye) Shit! (Aye)
Shawty is the shit! (Aye) Shit! (Aye)
Yeah, shawty is the shit! (Aye) Shit! (Aye)
Shawty you the shit! (Aye) You the shit! Oh yeah (Aye)

Dior jeans, her walk so mean
Burberry fragrance on my shirt from when she loved me
Hard as rock when she touched me
Thinking now, she would loved me
What it is, what it ain't tell me what to do
I know I'm late but destiney brought me back to you
Time went turned you into a butterfly, I'm here to say hello, tell your nigga goodbye

It was Keisha (oh), it was Sonia (oh)
It was Tanya (oh), it was Monique (oh)
It was Niecy (oh), it was Keke (oh)
Ay, now that I see you at twenty-three, all I can say is

Ooh, ooh, man, I don't need no hook for this shit, ooh, ooh
'Cause shawty right there is the shit! (Aye) Shit! (Aye)
Shawty is the shit! (Aye) Shit! (Aye)
Yeah, shawty is the shit! (Aye) Shit! (Aye)
Shawty you the shit! (Aye) You the shit! Oh yeah (Aye)

If she fine, if shawty a dime,
You should tip her, you should tip her,
If she ya girl, and you love her,
You should tip her, you should tip her,
If she fix you eggs and grits in the morning,
Man you should tip her, you should tip her,
Pancakes with the bacon on the side (You should tip me, you should tip me)

Shawty rock to the beat for yo' boy (Oh, ooh, oh, oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, rock to the beat for yo boy
Now that I see you at twenty-three, all I can say is

Ooh, ooh, man, I don't need no hook for this shit, ooh, ooh
'Cause shawty right there is the shit! (Aye) Shit! (Aye)
Shawty is the shit! (Aye) Shit! (Aye)
Yeah, shawty is the shit! (Aye) Shit! (Aye)
Shawty you the shit! (Aye) You the shit! Oh yeah (Aye)

Written by MCKINNEY, CARLOS / NASH, TERIUS
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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