Q Smith - Halle Berry (She's Fine) lyrics

[Intro] Ba-ba-ba-buuummm-bum-bum-bum-bum Ba-ba-ba-buuummm-bum-bum-bum-bum (Hurricane~!) Ba-ba-ba-buuummm-bum-bum-bum-bum {*4X*} [Hook: Superstarr] + (Hurricane Chris) She fine than a b**h, a** and her tits Thick in the hips, every n***a want to call her (Halle Berry, Halle Berry) Halle Berry (Halle Berry, Halle Berry) Halle Berry She walk it like a model, hands on her knees Scrub the ground, she ain't nothing but a tease (Halle Berry, Halle Berry) Halle Berry (Halle Berry, Halle Berry) Halle Berry [Hurricane Chris] 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' 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 than the p**y and coochie dat 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 the 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 nothing I can't handle She just got out of the shower smellin' like a scented candle And I'm finna flip her backwards, have her sliding off the mattress No movie, no actin', baby this real action Beat it up so bad, you be scared to walk past me I know your Halle Berry, baby there's no actin' I beat it up so bad, you be scared to walk past me Fo' real [Hook] [Hurricane Chris] Halle Berry you jazzy, that's way past fine Girl you look like something that 'posed be on the dance line Incredible by the waist, plus she got a pretty face Even tho she got cla** she listen to UGK I'm finna flip her through traffic with the top back of the 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 want to keep her close by like a side kick She the type of chick that ain't gone never look sloppy I'm a beat it out the frame - Hurricane that's who I be You must be Halle Berry, I don't need to see your I.D [Hook] [Superstarr] Gon' bob your head, gon' work your shoulder Now what I just said girl do it on the dick Age ain't sh**, I done got a lil' older Me or yo man baby girl take a pic (which one) She so cla**y, She's so jazzy (yea) Lil mama blow like a ref {*whistle*} Do it on the dick, she don't need no help She say she got it, she do it all by herself Do it do it sick wit' it (get so fine) Like a god damn ticket, gave her a hickey In order for a nig like me to spend cash You gotta bounce like shocks in your a** You, bed, a**, work Start, slow, fas-ter Mr. Halle Berry, Mr. Take-Your-b**h Take her from the club to the car to the dick Superstarr [Hook]