Fine As Hell Lyrics - Singles - Brisky

(This how you really get your dougie on right here man) 

(aye..whoa..aye..whoa..aye..whoa..aye) 

Hello My Darlin, how do you do? 

Hello My Darlin, it's so nice to meet you..tonight 

(Verse) 

Uhh, that dress with your back out, damn that make me black out 

Killer when you walk, more dangerous than a trap house 

Swag like an actress, but too pretty to act out 

I'm here with my niggas, she with girlfriend in the black blouse 

Coincidently, we both in parties of two 

I think it's only right that we party with you 

I see you cross the room looking like you need a groom 

Ya body's a banger girl, I'm trying to be who you shoot 

At like Gmail, you that type female 

The type of girl that can bring the shore to the seashells 

And I ain't playin, I might end up your man 

If you keep it up like a bra without bands 

I'm a black star like the tats are on your hand 

You look like you a star, therefore I am a fan 

Front and center at your show, trying to touch your hand 

Tonight I'm trying to kick it with your band 

(Chours) 

From over there you look good 

From here you look great 

(lil mama you cookin) 

Can I get a plate? 

I can tell you got taste 

Them shoes ain't from the states 

Got a lot of ass, but not a lot of waist 

Baby you're Fine As Hell 

Fine As Hell 

Darlin you're Fine As Hell 

Fine As Hell 

Hello My Darlin, how do you do? 

Hello My Darlin, it's so nice to meet you..tonight 

(Verse) 

Look, them lower back dimples, make a nigga act simple 

You control the pace and I'ma keep with that tempo 

You up in here looking like the models in the window 

Amazing how your skin so smooth like Eddie Winslow 

Complimented by that sexy ass laugh 

Them sexy ass heels, show off them sexy ass calfs 

Don't know if you have school, but hell yes you have class 

She know that dress small, she don't let that ass spaz 

(Oh No) 

Way too on point to let it come up 

20 nails done up, hair back down front up, 

Wearing accessories, Forever 21 rung up 

I must say Darlin, you are a stunna 

(Chorus) 

From over there you look good 

From here you look great 

(lil mama you cookin) 

Can a nigga get a plate? 

I can tell you got taste 

Them shoes ain't from the states 

Got a lot of ass, but not a lot of waist 

Baby you're Fine As Hell 

Fine As Hell 

(You're fine, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine) 

Darlin you're Fine As Hell 

Fine As Hell 

(You're fine, you're fine, you're fine as hell) 

(Verse) 

Mama I swear the way them breast sit, gon get you arrested 

The way that dress fit, deserves a toast, Texas 

Bellybutton diamonds, same ones that's in her necklace 

I'm head over heels for how you build, Tetris 

I knew that you was sexy, with a whole lot of S's 

Across the room standing by the guy with the guest list 

Looking gooder then a tall glass of nesquik 

Swagger saying 'Nigga I am not the one to mess with' 

You finer than bottles of wine from the twenties 

Act sadity, it's ok cause you're just that pretty 

With a waist that skinny and a ass fat plenty 

Like you say in them clothing stores, 'Pass that to me' 

My Darlin 

(you looking good) 

you put together quite well 

(you put togther quite well) 

Yea, I say hello my darlin 

If you're doing how you look, then girl you doin fine as hell 

(Chorus) 

From over there you look good 

From here you look great 

(lil mama you cookin) 

Can I get a plate? 

I can tell you got taste 

Them shoes ain't from the states 

Got a lot of ass, but not a lot of waist 

Baby you're Fine As Hell 

Fine As Hell 

(You're fine, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine) 

Darlin you're Fine As Hell 

Fine As Hell 

(You're fine, you're fine, you're fine as hell) 

(aye..whoa..aye..whoa..aye..whoa..aye)