
she real
by Queen. Ce
Lyrics
Verse 1
Yeah, they all want a taste
But she don't move that way
Rare like gold in a case
One touch, whole room change
Savage in the hips
Pretty with a wicked grin
When she walks in there
Everybody start to trip
Long line of them talkers
But she don't need no rescue
If you don't know her value
She gon' move right past you
She pick the strong hand
Not the loud mouth flex
If you got her heart
You already won the test
Pre-Chorus
They look, then they freeze
When she hits that slide
Too fine, too clean
Got the whole place wide
And she don't give it up
To the ones who beg
If she say my name
Then the rest get left
Chorus
She's rare, rare
Only one can hold her
She's rare, rare
Savage with that culture
Loyal when she ride
Freak when the sheets fold
Lady in the street
But she low, low, low
She's rare, rare
Only one can hold her
(only one can hold her)
She's rare, rare
And I know I can mold her
Verse 2
She got curves like a threat
Make the weak ones sweat
Every glance she get
Turn a good man pet
But she ain't for the crowd
She ain't for the show
She want one real king
That can match that soul
When she step in heels
It's a cold room, then
Every head turn fast
Then they lose that grin
'Cause they know what's up
She don't fall for fame
If you ain't solid, bro
You can keep that claim
Pre-Chorus
They look, then they freeze
When she hits that slide
Too fine, too clean
Got the whole place wide
And she don't give it up
To the ones who beg
If she say my name
Then the rest get left
Chorus
She's rare, rare
Only one can hold her
She's rare, rare
Savage with that culture
Loyal when she ride
Freak when the sheets fold
Lady in the street
But she low, low, low
She's rare, rare
Only one can hold her
(only one can hold her)
She's rare, rare
And I know I can mold her
Bridge
Uh, whole world watching
But she stay mine
Ice on the surface
Fire in her eyes
They can want that body
They can want that face
But she don't get lost
In the noise of the chase
Final Chorus
She's rare, rare
Only one can hold her
She's rare, rare
Savage with that culture
Loyal when she ride
Freak when the sheets fold
Lady in the street
But she low, low, low
She's rare, rare
Only one can hold her
(only one can hold her)
She's rare, rare
And I know I can mold her