She's Fine (feat. Colt Ford) Lyrics

Nah, nah, they don't grow 'em like that in the city, nah, nah
Nah, nah, you can't buy that kinda prettyWhen she walks in chins drop like hammers
She's a hot mamma jamma from her head to her toes
She's that kinda moment, makes you wish you had a camera
Catch a glimpse of her glamour, eyes follow where she goesShe's fine and she lets it show
She's fine and everybody knows
She's fine, truth be told
She's finally mine to hold
They don't grow 'em like that in the cityShe talks that kinda talk that causes a commotion
Puts your mind in motion, make the room spin around
When doors lock and the party gets goin'
Her body is a potion I can't put downShe's fine and she lets it show
She's fine and everybody knows
She's fine, truth be told
She's finally mine to hold
They don't grow 'em like that in the cityWell, I gotta say baby I want you
Tongue tied, no lie, now don't you
Take me as playin', I'm sayin'

I gotta be in your world
You make me feel like dancin'
All night moonlight romancin'
No fear girl, take this chance and
Let go and let love lead
I got to get us togetherMaybe you could be mine forever
Never know, might be this moment
I'm in a haze and you're the wanted I'm lookin' for somethin' like you
Ain't never seen nothin' like you
You're like a country goddess
I've seen hot but you're the hottestNah, you can't buy that kinda pretty
She's so, she's so, so fine and she lets it show
She's fine and everybody knows
She's fine, truth be told
She's finally mine to hold
You can't buy that kinda pretty
They don't grow 'em like that in the city
You can't buy somethin' God given pretty
Whatever it costs, I just gotta make her mine
Sell my soul to the Reaper if I could keep her
Man, she's fin
Songwriters
COLTON FORD, JERROD LEE NIEMANN, LANCE ALAN MILLERPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.