| Oh, here she comes |
| She’s a man eater |
| Yeah, oh, here she comes |
| She gon' tell me ya |
| And Imma let her |
| She’s smooth |
| Imma let her |
| With you |
| Oh, here she comes |
| She’s a man eater |
| Ey, tell me Montana |
| Give me your Bobby can hand out |
| Can open the gate like rambo |
| Shawty looking at me like they go |
| They’s screaming, he’s so fly |
| I’m running through the trail like a vieira |
| You know I been the worst |
| Have a track in the front 'cause I paid you first |
| And you know 'bout it all, asked if you are the worst |
| Let me die, ey, don’t you love me? |
| Say sorry, back off me |
| Ey, how scooter you want me |
| Now I get girls wrong with me |
| Oh, here she comes |
| She’s a man eater |
| Yeah, oh, here she comes |
| She gon' tell me ya |
| And Imma let her |
| She’s smooth |
| Imma let her |
| With you |
| Oh, here she comes |
| She’s a man eater |
| From the valley 'til the hills |
| We gon' gotta chill |
| Waitress on the bottles with the women who are full at drill |
| We gon' never start 'til I die, but I pussy pill |
| She a bad thing, got a ring, but I’m mad at her |
| My, she want a brand new crib and I won’t take her |
| Place, she came from the dirt |
| Let me put it the worst |
| Way she put it in reverse |
| Imma post it like girl |
| Ain’t no couple, ain’t no purse, yeah |
| Oh, here she comes |
| She’s a man eater |
| Yeah, oh, here she comes |
| She gon' tell me ya |
| And Imma let her |
| She’s smooth |
| Imma let her |
| With you |
| Oh, here she comes |
| She’s a man eater |
| She’s smooth (smooth) |