Shawty Is Da Sh*!

Shawty rock to the beat for yo' boy

Shawty (Yeah, yeah, yeah), do it (Ayy)

(Ayy, it's Loso in case you ain't know so)

Rock to the beat for ya boy (Ayy, Dream, let me tell you bout shorty)

Radio killa, killa, killa

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 jean, nice tee

Like her food spicy

And she is the same

Hotter than a flame, but I do not know her name

Is it Keisha?

Is it Tisha?

Maybe Lisa?

Or Teresa?

It could be Tia

Maybe Aaliyah

I guess I'll find out one day

For now I'ma say (Ayy)

Shawty fly (Ayy), shawty tight (Ayy)

I shoulda stayed there, all night (Ayy)

With you

With you

I missed ya (Ayy), picked ya (Ayy)

Now it's time I (Ayy)

Get back up with you

Girl, with you

Oh yeah

We used to kick it up at the park

But now she's all grown up (Up, up, up)

Rockin them stilettos

Jumpin' up out that Mercedes truck (Truck)

Oooh

It was Keisha (Oh-ooh), it was Sonia (Oh-ooh)

It was Tanya (Oh-ooh), it was Monique (Oh-ho)

It was Niecy (Oh-ooh), it was Keke (Oh-ooh)

Ayy, now that I see you at twenty-three, all I can say is

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Man, I don't need no hook for this shit

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) 'Cause shawty right there is the shit (Ayy)

Shit (Ayy)

Shawty is the shit (Ayy)

Shit (Yeah, ayy)

Shawty is the shit (Ayy)

Shit (Ayy)

Shawty, you the shit (Ayy)

You the shit (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

Dior jeans, her walk so mean

Burberry fragrance on my shirt from when she hugged me

Hard as rock when she touched me

Thinkin' now if she would've loved me

What it is, what it ain't, tell me what to do (Ayy)

I know I'm late, but destiny bought me back to you (ay)

Time went by, turned you into a butterfly

I'm here to say, hello, tell yo' ****, good-bye

It was Keisha (Oh-ooh), it was Sonia (Oh-ooh)

It was Tanya (Oh-ooh), it was Monique (Oh-ho)

It was Niecy (Oh-ooh), it was Keke (Oh-ooh)

Ayy, now that I see you at twenty-three, all I can say is

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Man, I don't need no hook for this shit

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) 'Cause shawty right there is the shit (Ayy)

Shit (Ayy)

Shawty is the shit (Ayy)

Shit (Yeah, ayy)

Shawty is the shit (Ayy)

Shit (Ayy)

Shawty, you the shit (Ayy)

You the shit (Oh yeah)

If she fine, if shawty a dime

You should tip her (Ayy), you should tip her (Ayy)

If she go, and you love her

You should tip her (Ayy), you should tip her (Ayy)

If she fix you eggs and grits in the mornin'

Man, you should tip her (Ayy), you should tip her (Ayy)

Pancakes with the bacon on the side

You should tip me (Ayy), you should tip me (Ayy)

Shawty rock to the beat for yo' boy (Ayy)

(Oh-ooh, oh-ho) Yeah, yeah, yeah

Rock to the beat for yo boy

Now that I see you at twenty-three, all I can say is

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Ayy

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Man, I don't need no hook for this shit

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) 'Cause shawty right there is the shit (Ayy)

Shit (Ayy)

Shawty is the shit (Ayy)

Shit (Yeah, ayy)

Shawty is the shit (Ayy)

Shit (Ayy)

Shawty, you the shit (Ayy)

You the shit (Oh yeah)