Lyrics She Fine, She Bad - D Real

She fine
She bad
She smart and, go to class
Lil' mama don't get dirty but, she down to shake that ass
She know that I'm a reach, yeah, cause that ass fat (Aye)
She goin' show me 'bout a hundred ways, to make that ass clap
Yeah, shawty on go, she know how to use her throat
After we fuck, I make food, then I eat, then I smoke (Gas)
Then, I'm back to putting in work, I'm goin' be rich, that's on my soul
Show you how to get a bag and then, get some more

Don't complain, I put in work
I can't put my faith in church
I like thick bitches that twerk
Pussy fat, mini skirt
I just fucked up on my friend, I hope she don't go tell my main
Playing with fire with this bitch, I don't know why I keep playing this game
This brand new Glock got no complaints
We call it art, cause you get paint
Fresh as fuck, ain't go no stain
Brand new Rollie, plain jane
I been smoking zips to the face these last couple days, I'm not okay
But at least I ain't broke I ain't goin' to play
I keep them racks stuffed in them safes
I be strategic with this shit
I got plans to get me rich
Fly ass cars and big ass cribs, and all that other fancy shit
My nigga solid as it gets, ain't no coming in between this shit
Big Boss Gang, get down with the clique
Get you a chain, and get you a blick

She fine
She bad
She smart and, go to class
Lil' mama don't get dirty but, she down to shake that ass
She know that I'm a reach, yeah, cause that ass fat (Aye)
She goin' show me 'bout a hundred ways, to make that ass clap
Yeah, shawty on go, she know how to use her throat
After we fuck, I make food, then I eat, then I smoke (Gas)
Then, I'm back to putting in work, I'm goin' be rich, that's on my soul
Show you how to get a bag and then, get some more

She bend it over, touch her toes, put her hands above her knees
She go up down, up down, up down, on me
No, I'm not with the chit-chat, unless you talking cheese
Make that ass go, go, go, go b-a-b-y
I can't be with no lil' basic bitch, don't want no plain jane
They call us bro's cause we eskimos, we do the same thang
I like a bitch to know she got it, she not out here playing games
I'm smoking good, good, good, good, we don't smoke the same
Shawty dance like a superstar and, thick like she a pro
Rich cause she got a job yeah, I bet you didn't know
Big bands, livin' large, shout out to her kinfolk
I had to tell her stop it, the way she sucking, she not letting go

She fine
She bad
She smart and, go to class
Lil' mama don't get dirty but, she down to shake that ass
She know that I'm a reach, yeah, cause that ass fat (Aye)
She goin' show me 'bout a hundred ways, to make that ass clap
Yeah, shawty on go, she know how to use her throat
After we fuck, I make food, then I eat, then I smoke (Gas)
Then, I'm back to putting in work, I'm goin' be rich, that's on my soul
Show you how to get a bag and then, get some more