She Get It From Her Mama lyrics

by

T-Pain


[Intro: Bertell]
Yeah (Nino!), Telly
Oh, ayy
Oh, ayy
Oh, ayy
Oh, ayy

[Verse 1: Bertell]
She work at Benihana (na na)
And The Cheetah round the corner (na na)
Tryna pay her way through college (na na)
So she can graduate with honors (na na)
She down in Atlanta (na na)
I think she live off Peachtree (na na)
But she drive a Corolla (na na)
This girl is a super freak (super freak)

[Chorus: Bertell & T-Pain​]
She got a big old booty, yeah, she a cutie
36–24–48 beauty
Hair done, nails done, yeah, she the sh*t
Ain’t nobody f*cking with this chick
She get it from her mama, oh (ooh-ooh)​
She get it from her mama, ayy (ooh-ooh)​
She get it from her mama (ooh-ooh)​
She get it from her mama (ooh-ooh)​
Rock those hips, get them tips
Get it on, oh, hell yeah, she the sh*t
She get it from her mama, oh (ooh-ooh)​
She get it from her mama, ayy (ooh-ooh)​
[Refrain: Juvenile]
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a n*gga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
Make a n*gga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
Make a n*gga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah

[Verse 2: Bertell]
She like it in the morning
She like it in the evening time
She said she independent
Yeah, you know that she be on her grind
She keep her bills paid on time
Because she got it, she don’t need mine
I just do it ‘cause I wanna
Real talker, I really want her
Plus she got a—

[Chorus: Bertell & T-Pain​]
Big ole booty, yeah, she a cutie
36-24-48 beauty
Hair done, nails done, yeah, she the sh*t
Ain’t nobody f*cking with her sh*t
She get it from her mama, oh (ooh-ooh)​
She get it from her mama, ayy (ooh-ooh)​
She get it from her mama (ooh-ooh)​
She get it from her mama (ooh-ooh)​
Rock those hips, get them tips
Get it on, oh, hell yeah, she the sh*t
She get it from her mama, oh (ooh-ooh)​
She get it from her mama, ayy (ooh-ooh)​
[Refrain: Juvenile]
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a n*gga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
Make a n*gga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
Make a n*gga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’ma pick her up (pick her up) in the truck (truck)
She can’t fit her that ass in the car (car), enough said (said)
Hold up (hold up), what the f*ck (f*ck)
She can’t fit in the front, I’ma put it in the trunk
But I’ma get it while the getting’s good
Like any n*gga would
She started screaming my name
Then she back it up like a U-Haul
I got my two dogs and we gave her that teabag

[Bridge: Bertell/T-Pain​]
Rock those hips, get them tips
Get it on, oh, hell yeah, she the sh*t
Baby, don't you quit
​But don’t be acting like before Madonna came out
(Primadonna)

[Chorus: Bertell & T-Pain​]
She get it from her mama, oh (ooh-ooh)​
She get it from her mama, ayy (ooh-ooh)​
She get it from her mama (ooh-ooh)​
She get it from her mama (ooh-ooh)​
Rock those hips, get them tips
Get it on, oh, hell yeah, she the sh*t
She get it from her mama, oh (ooh-ooh)​
She get it from her mama, ayy (ooh-ooh)​
[Outro: Juvenile]
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a n*gga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
Make a n*gga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
Make a n*gga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
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