Her

[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