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Chrous
Oh, here she comes
She's a man eater
Yeah, oh, here she comes
She gon' tear me up
And Imma let her
She's smooth
Imma let her
With you
Oh, here she comes
She's a man eater

Verse 1
Hey, Tony Montana, Cuban, young Bobby can't handle
Came up in the game like Rambo, shorty looking at me like “there he go”
They screaming “He's so flyyy”
I'm running through the trap like a Bodega, you know I've been through worse
The trunk in the front ‘cause I pass you first
And if you know about it all, ask her these little words:
“Thottie, thottie, don't you love me ? Say sorry, back off me”
In her scooter, she want me
Now, I get girls wrong with me

Chorus
Oh, here she comes
She's a man eater
Yeah, oh, here she comes
She gon' tear me up
And Imma let her
She's smooth
Imma let her
With you
Oh, here she comes
She's a man eater

Verse 2
From the valley ‘til the hills
We gon' gotta chill
Waitress on the bottles with the women who are full at drill
We gon' never start ‘til I die, but I pussy pill
She a bad thing, got a ring, but I'm mad at her
My, she want a brand new crib and I won't take her
Place, she came from the dirt
Let me put it the worst
Way she put it in reverse
Imma post it like girl
Ain't no couple, ain't no purse, yeah

Chorus
Oh, here she comes
She's a man eater
Yeah, oh, here she comes
She gon' tear me up
And Imma let her
She's smooth
Imma let her
With you
Oh, here she comes
She's a man eater

Outro
She's smooth (smooth)

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