The-Dream and Fabolous - Shawty Is Da Shit

Shawty rock to the beat for yo boy
Shawty (yeah), do it
(Ay, it's Loso in case you ain't know so)
Rock to the beat for your boy (ay, Dream lemme tell you bout shawty)
Radio killa, killa, killa

Shawty is the sh-sh-sh-sh sugar honey iced tea
Prettiest one I see little mama icy (yes, yes)
They say she a Pisces, I heard they are feisty (ooh)
You know how to treat her, she'll be sweeter than a Hi-C
Clean up very nicely, shoes are kinda pricey
Match 'em up precisely, good jeans nice T
Like her food spicy and she is the same (ooh, woo)
Hotter than a flame, but I do not know her name
Is it Keisha? (Keisha, ayy)
Is it Tisha? (Tisha, ayy)
Maybe Lisa? (Lisa, ayy)
Or Theresa? (Theresa, ayy)
It could be Tia? (Tia, ayy)
Maybe Aaliyah? (Aaliyah, ayy)
I guess I'll find out one day
For now I'ma say, ayy

Shawty fly (ayy), shawty tight (ayy)
I shoulda stayd there, all night (ayy)
With you, with you
I missed ya (ayy) picked ya (ayy)
Now it's time I (ayy) get back up with you
Girl, with you, oh yeah
We used to kick it up at the park
But now she's all grown up, up, up, up
Rockin' them stilettos
Jumpin' up out that Mercedes truck, ooh (truck, truck, truck)

It was Keisha (oh), it was Sonia (oh)
It was Tanya (oh), it was Monique (oh)
It was Niecy (oh), it was Keke (oh)
Ayy, now to see you at twenty-three, all I can say is

Ooh (ayy), ooh
Man, I don't need no hook for this shit
Ooh, ooh

'Cause shawty right there is the shit (ayy), shit (ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy), shit (ayy)
Yeah, shawty is the shit (ayy), shit (ayy)
Shawty, you the shit (ayy), you the shit, oh yeah (ayy)

Dior jeans, her walk so mean
Burberry fragrance on my shirt from when she hugged me
Hard as rock when she touched me
Thinking now 'cause she woulda loved me
What it is, what it ain't tell me what to do
I know I'm late but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say hello, tell your nigga goodbye

It was Keisha (oh), it was Sonia (oh)
It was Tanya (oh), it was Monique (oh)
It was Niecy (oh), it was Keke (oh)
Ayy, now to see you at twenty-three, all I can say is

Ooh (man, tell 'em), ooh
Man, I don't need no hook for this shit
Ooh, ooh (uh, uh)

'Cause shawty right there is the shit (ayy), shit (ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy), shit (ayy)
Yeah, shawty is the shit (ayy), shit (ayy)
Shawty, you the shit (ayy), you the shit, oh yeah (ayy)

If she fine, if shawty a dime
You should tip her (ayy), you should tip her (ayy)
If it's your girl, and you love her
You should tip her (ayy), you should tip her(ayy)
If she fix you eggs and grits in the morning
Man, you should tip her (ayy), you should tip her (ayy)
Pancakes with the bacon on the side
You should tip me (ayy), you should tip me (ayy)

Shawty, rock to the beat for yo' boy (oh, oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, oh)
Rock to the beat for yo' boy (oh, oh)
Now to see you at twenty-three, all I can say is (yeah, yeah, yeah) (oh, oh)

Ooh (ayy), ooh
Man, I don't need no hook for this shit
Ooh, ooh

'Cause shawty right there is the shit (ayy), shit (ayy)
Shawty is the shit (ayy), shit (ayy)
Yeah, shawty is the shit (ayy), shit (ayy)
Shawty, you the shit (ayy), you the shit, oh yeah (ayy)

Written by:
Carlos Mckinney, Terius Nash, John David Jackson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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