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Hurricane Chris
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Halle Berry (She's Fine)
Lyricist:Christopher Dooley, Jamaal M Parker, Juan Salinas, Oscar Salinas
She finer den a B, ass and her T Thick in tha hips, every nigga wanna call her Miss Berry, Miss Berry (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, Miss Berry (Miss Berry)
Well, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet Look at her prettier than 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 the captain, I'm the 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 tha camera
Make it drop and bring it back to the top, I'm no amateur, girl You could 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'll bend her, bend her backwards, I'll have her slidin' off the mattress
No movin', no actin', baby this 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 finer den a B, ass and her T Thick in tha hips, every nigga wanna call her Miss Berry, Miss Berry (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, Miss Berry (Miss Berry)
Halle Berry you jazzy, and that's way past fine Girl, you look like somethin' that's supposed to be on the dance line Incredible by the 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
She make me wanna to keep her close by like a side kick She the type of chick that ain't gon' 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 finer den a B, ass and her T Thick in tha hips, every nigga wanna call her Miss Berry, Miss Berry (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, Miss Berry (Miss Berry)
Gon' bob your head (Head) Gon' work your shoulder (Shoulder) Now what I just said girl do it on the D Age ain't shit, I done got a lil' older Me or you man, baby girl take a pick, which one?
She's so classy, she's so jazzy Lil' momma blow like a rail Do it on the 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 B Take her from tha club to tha car to tha D Superstar
She finer den a B, ass and her T Thick in tha hips, every nigga wanna call her Miss Berry, Miss Berry (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, Miss Berry (Miss Berry)
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