Luyện nghe bài hát Fine As Hell

(This how you really get your dougie on right man)

(aye..whoa..aye..whoa..aye..whoa..aye)

My Darlin, how do you do?
Hello My Darlin, it's so to meet you..tonight

(Verse)

Uhh, that dress with your out, damn that make me black out
Killer you walk, more dangerous than a trap house
Swag like an actress, but too to act out
I'm here with my niggas, she with girlfriend in the blouse
Coincidently, we in parties of two
I think it's only right that we with you
I see you cross the room looking like you need a
Ya a banger girl, I'm trying to be who you shoot
At like Gmail, you that female
The of girl that can bring the shore to the seashells
And I ain't playin, I end up your man
If you keep it up like a bra without
I'm a black star like the are on your hand
You like you a star, therefore I am a fan
Front and center at your show, trying to your hand
Tonight I'm trying to it with your band

(Chours)

From over there you look
From here you great
(lil you cookin)
Can I get a
I can tell you got
Them shoes ain't from the
Got a lot of ass, but not a lot of
you're Fine As Hell
Fine As
Darlin Fine As Hell
Fine As

My Darlin, how do you do?
Hello My Darlin, so nice to meet you..tonight

(Verse)

Look, them back dimples, make a nigga act simple
You control the and I'ma keep with that tempo
You up in here looking the models in the window
Amazing how your skin so smooth like Eddie
by that sexy ass laugh
Them ass heels, show off them sexy ass calfs
know if you have school, but hell yes you have class
She that dress small, she don't let that ass spaz
(Oh No)
Way too on to let it come up
20 done up, hair back down front up,
Wearing accessories, 21 rung up
I must say Darlin, you are a

(Chorus)

From over you look good
From here you look
(lil you cookin)
Can a nigga get a
I can you got taste
shoes ain't from the states
Got a lot of ass, but not a lot of
you're Fine As Hell
Fine As
(You're fine, you're fine, fine, you're fine)
Darlin you're Fine As
Fine As
(You're fine, fine, you're fine as hell)

(Verse)

Mama I swear the way them breast sit, gon get you
The way that dress fit, a toast, Texas
diamonds, same ones that's in her necklace
I'm head over heels for how you build,
I knew that you was sexy, a whole lot of S's
Across the room by the guy with the guest list
Looking gooder then a tall of nesquik
Swagger saying I am not the one to mess with'
You finer than bottles of from the twenties
Act sadity, it's ok cause you're just that
With a waist that and a ass fat plenty
Like you say in them clothing stores, 'Pass to me'

My
(you good)
you put together quite
(you put quite well)
Yea, I say my darlin
If you're doing how you look, then girl you doin as hell

(Chorus)

From over there you look
From you look great
(lil you cookin)
Can I get a
I can you got taste
Them shoes ain't the states
Got a lot of ass, but not a lot of
Baby Fine As Hell
As Hell
(You're fine, fine, you're fine, you're fine)
Darlin Fine As Hell
As Hell
(You're fine, you're fine, fine as hell)

(aye..whoa..aye..whoa..aye..whoa..aye)