Verse1:
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Wit her ponytail real tight she might
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could just be in my mind for a boy named like_5
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first girl I know to get A's in the classes
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and she threw away there goofy glasses
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she's the kind of girl you take on a date
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for heaven knows that there is know forsake
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I'm a boy that goes for smile so bright
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I like ghetto and fabolous
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wit some smarts and advantages
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not the kind of girl who goes show some cleavage
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I know that she's the one for me
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and I want y'all to see
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I know that she's my baby
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and yes she's a little crazy
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she doesn't have to fit and wit an tan
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and her bestfriends last name is Merriman
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Chorus:
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I wouldn't call her cool
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the way she dress when she goes to school
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she's the girl who rocks the mike
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so she can hang wit like
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Verse2:
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Now my friends say dawg you can't get wit that
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and I'm like please don't be like that
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she's the kind of girl who puts me in a trance
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and I will be scared if I ask her to dance
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she's the kind of girl who looks selfspoken
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and when her saw her true love became open
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she's a red head not a blond
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and her purse is fleemarket not louis vitont
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the girl has class personlity
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that's why she's not a fantasy she's reality
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tall, hot, sexy, and white
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but her personality is as black as night
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maybe she has problems cause she's sexy wit hips
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but I know the samething happen' to Remy Smith
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she may not wear designer clothin'
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but I got love for my bitch I want everyone to no this
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Chorus{x3}
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Hawtie in the house
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Smart Choice
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