Verse1:
Wit her ponytail real tight she might
Could just be in my mind for a boy named like_5
First girl I know to get A's in the classes
And she threw away there goofy glasses
She's the kind of girl you take on a date
For heaven knows that there is know forsake
I'm a boy that goes for smile so bright
I like ghetto and fabolous
Wit some smarts and advantages
Not the kind of girl who goes show some cleavage
I know that she's the one for me
And I want y'all to see
I know that she's my baby
And yes she's a little crazy
She doesn't have to fit and wit an tan
And her bestfriends last name is Merriman

Chorus:
I wouldn't call her cool
The way she dress when she goes to school
She's the girl who rocks the mike
So she can hang wit like

Verse2:
Now my friends say dawg you can't get wit that
And I'm like please don't be like that
She's the kind of girl who puts me in a trance
And I will be scared if I ask her to dance
She's the kind of girl who looks selfspoken
And when her saw her true love became open
She's a red head not a blond
And her purse is fleemarket not louis vitont
The girl has class personlity
That's why she's not a fantasy she's reality
Tall, hot, sexy, and white
But her personality is as black as night
Maybe she has problems cause she's sexy wit hips
But I know the samething happen' to Remy Smith
She may not wear designer clothin'
But I got love for my bitch I want everyone to no this

Chorus{x3}
Hawtie in the house