Verse 1
F a diva, you a queen, you a happy mans dream
Cinderella to the fellas, assistant coach to the team
You make shit better than it seems, for your loving niggas fiend
Molded support to your man, yeah ya always agreeing
Everything independent boutcha, see ya gotcha own walk
You killing these other bitches, i betcha gotcha own chalk
You speak dollar sign language, yeah ya gotcha own talk
Ya keep ya bidnez to yaself, yeah baby got her own vault
Make a nigga wanna lick a like her first name malt
First name aint Amy, but you can call her Ms Smart
Got a good head on her shoulders, headed down the right path
Got some pretty ass dimples, niggas love to see ya laugh
But them hating hoes wanna see the opposite
And thats why i did this song, remind em that you the shit
Take em way back to pharcyde, just keep passing em by
And just do you, and ignore the jealousy up in they eye

Chorus
Take a look in ya palm, act like its a mirror
If some hoes hatin then you put your hand to ya ear
You don't hear her, now i hear ya, girl ya aura super sick
Feel you a diva rock yo hips, let the world know you the shit
You the shit lil mama let em kno that you the shit
You the shit, you the shit, hell yeah you the shit
You the shit lil mama let em kno that you the shit
You the shit lil mama let em kno

Verse 2
Ya perfume smells good, what kind is that, oh the shit
Ya personality and skins the only place to find it
Tell em they can't touch this, yeah you too legit to quit
And everywhere you go its hammer time and boys wanna hit
You's a grinder like me, hell yeah ya money right
Baby buzzing like a bee, and hell yeah her honey tight
Smiles on ya face, and you don't mess with the funny type
And ya only fuck with the dudes the same color sunny delight
Naw girl I'm playin, you know what I'm sayins
Lil mama there badder than little kids with some crayons
Girl you vogue material, jet beauty of the week
Maxim, black mens magazine, shit king
You aint gotta be a hoe, show me ya teeth, not ya tits
Men wanna see ya happy bae, show em you the shit
If she singing indipendent chicks, and her clothes old
Just tell that bitch to shut up cuz she know that she is broke

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Verse 3
Yeah girl, get it on ya own
Shit, let em kno ya been grown
Stay super fly, yeah ya first class flown
The type that know that she keep a nigga head blown
Yeah, super intelligent
Boss chick, known to run shit, super sonic
Plus her fashion stay relevant
Significant, baby heaven sent
Beauty on the inside, and the out too
Get the job done, never say about to
Amazingly, just amazes me
Wanna get lost in ya love, and faithfully
Bills paid, meals cook
And she get it from her mama not a cook book
Down to have a nigga back, aw sooky sook
Putcha hands in the air now look

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