She Got Lyrics - Singles - Y.o. (yung O)

Hook: 

She got style like a muthafucka (6x) 

She got a body like a muthafucka (6x) 

Verse 1- Y.O. 

I dont know how you put dem jeans on/ 

Watchin yo booty go back and forth look like its ping pong/ 

I envision myself up in ya don't dat seem wrong/ 

Hit you with this hammer you'd prolly make it my ringtone, but this should be yo theme song/ 

Mo' style den a French designer, body got like a 10-inch behind her/ 

She dropped it low like a recliner, den brought it up like a reminder/ 

Where dey make these, where'd you find her lookin like somethin thats out of my dream/ 

Girl you da one I'm tryna pick, like I'm attempting to set up a screen/ 

And yea dem jeans I'm tryna get you out like an eviction/ 

She so B.A.D., I'd say I love her, but that ain't part of my diction/ 

Tell me I'm trippin, I say we should vacate, make tapes like Ray J and Kim/ 

So bout her money like Baby and Slim, you prolly think that she related to dem/ 

I cater to dem type, B.A.D., she suit me like pinstripes, swag/ 

If you was for sale you'd already been bagged, fully accessed ain't a thing that you lack/ 

Dressin like you just came up out of Saks, with 2 random dudes tryna carry ya sacks/ 

Ain't talkin money, but she got a rack, that body should be engraved on a plaque/ 

Hook: 

She got style like a muthafucka (6x) 

She got a body like a muthafucka (6x) 

Verse 2 - TKO Capone 

Aye she got style, man she super bad, mo' cheese than a chalupa has/ 

She jumped inside me roofless slab, and blue me like a Hoover flag/ 

I never been a loser fag, 50 Tyson stupid swag/ 

When I walked in her pad her kids looked up like huh are you my dad/ 

Eeen, hell naw, I don't know what really to tell yall/ 

I'ma danell nah so move around I don't wanna smell yall/ 

Skinnamarink I think she has mo' kids than Dashiki/ 

I'm only over here cause I'm frenchie, came to give ya mama some winkie/ 

Well duh, ring ring ya its the O Capone/ 

Yung O called my phone said we in need of a song/ 

Switch gears, she winked her eye so I must reply if her man trip I'ma dust the guy/ 

She's the shit, you can't flush I tried, she givin blow jobs so I must apply/ 

You a lame, you can't justify, no caterpillars, doors butterfly/ 

Don't compare with the other guy, like KFC I get a bunch of thighs/ 

Like Mississippi I get a bunch of I's, you don't get it ketchup like what come with fries/ 

people think I had sex on an airplane, why, cause I'm fuckin fly/ 

Hook: 

She got style like a muthafucka (6x) 

She got a body like a muthafucka (6x) 

Verse 3 - Y.O. 

Okay so style is what you teachin, body language dats what you speakin/ 

Well let me begin, you should pretend dat I'm yo man for da weekend/ 

Blow da whistle like a reach-in, finest hoes she beat dem/ 

Pockets gotta be deep in for dem designer clothes dat she be in/ 

Honor roll was her peak den, baddest chick comin from her class/ 

Now when I get to peepin, look like her ass grew anotha ass/ 

And you ain't have to ask, her face fine she killin ooo/ 

Lovin da way you dance you say no hands but I'm still feelin you/ 

Drinks, get me billed for 2 or mo', I might need a few of those/ 

B.A.D. girl wit no tv show, she skipped dat for a movie role/ 

Bougie hoes just don't compare, dem Serena thighs so cutthroat/ 

I'm tellin ya chicks standin next to her, get overlooked, short folk/ 

Of course though, but no coarse hair, and her body look better in sportswear/ 

She got dem shorts where, dey show a lot of skin n got her own crib wit a Porsche der/ 

Porsche there, she winnin, tryna study her like its forensics/ 

Got me training like its the Olympics just to get next, next, like an apprentice/ 

Hook: 

She got style like a muthafucka (6x) 

She got a body like a muthafucka (6x)