Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ooh, yeah
Yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, tadow

Yeah, yeah, tadow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, tadow
Ta-tadow, tadow-tadow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, tadow, oh
Yeah, yeah, tadow, oh
Yeah, yeah, tadow, tadow
Oh, yeah, yeah, tadow
Yeah, yeah

Oh oh I saw her and she hit me like (tadow)
Saw that thing so beautiful (tadow)
She just hit my heart, oh (tadow)
Full force and she got me like (tadow)

I be like (tadow)
Baby (tadow)
Why you so fine? (Tadow) (tadow)
Gotta make you mine (tadow) (tadow)
So hard to find (tadow) (tadow)

Baby like oh
How'd you do the thing?
The way that you do it and she ain't even show
Nothing
She be walking 'round so confident, so Heaven-sent
I think she was meant to knock 'em dead like (tadow) (tadow)
Like (tadow) (tadow)
Girl you so fine (tadow)
Ohhh (tadow) (tadow)
Girl you rocking like ooh

(Tadow) (tadow) Baby so fine
(Tadow) (tadow) Miss Baby
(Tadow) (tadow) Girl you knock 'em dead
(Tadow) (tadow) Ooh-oh, hey

Hey, yeah, oh
Hey, yeah yeah
Hey, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah (ay)

She was so sublime
Super fine
She was never lying
Strutting in her heels
Or her slides either way
Eyes on her every single day, week, year
Everyone wondering how she does it with no fear
All that confidence was it Heaven-sent?
Does it come within?
Does it come run out?
I don't know
She'll just have 'em runnin'
Out and in man they want to sin
Talking deadly sin
With Mrs. Lady I don't understand
Why she hit 'em like (tadow) (tadow)

(Tadow) (tadow) Yeah, like
(Tadow) (tadow) Girl you knock 'em dead
(Tadow) (tadow) Ohh
(Tadow)

How you do the things you do (tadow) (tadow)
Yeah yeah (tadow) (tadow)
Baby you knock 'em dead (tadow) (tadow)
I already said it (tadow)
Yeah yeah, ohh-oh

(Tadow)

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Writer(s): Micah Davis, Vincent Fenton