JOR’DAN ARMSTRONG - SHE (LYRICS) 

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Intro]
Ooh, yeah
[Chorus]
She, she (Oh), she's (She)
I promise you, she's that type of woman
You could never play her, play her (Woah)
She, she (She, oh, she), she's (She)
I promise you, she's that type of woman
You could never play her, play her (Woah)
[Verse 1]
I don't know what you thought it was
Nails and her hair done is a must, yeah
Play with her, she gon' fuss
'Cause she just need somebody she can trust (Trust)
Yeah, and she hopin’ it’s you
She gon' hold it down, she don't want no issues
And if you break her heart
You might need a tissuе, I promise, it's true
[Pre-Chorus]
She go to church on Sunday (Oh)
You know shе puttin’ in that work on Monday (Yeah, yeah)
God made her sweeter than honey
So she don't need nothin’ from me, oh (Ooh)
‘Cause she's heaven sent (Yeah)
She's heaven sent, no lie
She's perfect ten
She only depends on God (Ooh)
She's heaven sent (Heaven sent)
She's heaven sent, no lie (No)
She won't pretend
That she ain't what it is no, nah (Woah)
Chorus]
‘Cause she, she (Oh), she’s (She)
I promise you, she's that type of woman
You could never play her, play her (Woah)
She, she (She, oh, she), she's (She)
I promise you, she's that type of woman
You could never play her, play her (Woah)
[Verse 2]
She need somebody she can build with, uh
Not just somebody she could deal with (Ooh)
Buy her a ring and have some children (Oh)
Just give her your heart until she feel it, uh (Woah)
She needs a love that’s the realist
Give her your heart so nobody could steal it, uh
I love her mind because it’s brilliant
We gon’ run up a couple billion
[Pre-Chorus]
Church on Sunday, yeah (Oh)
You know she puttin’ in that work on Monday (Yeah, yeah)
God made her sweeter than honey
So she don't need nothin’ from me, oh (Ooh)
‘Cause she's heaven sent (Yeah)
She's heaven sent, no lie
She's perfect ten
She only depends on God (Ooh)
She's heaven sent (Heaven sent, yeah)
She's heaven sent, no lie (No)
She won't pretend
That she ain't what it is no, nah (Woah)
Chorus]
‘Cause she, she (Oh), she’s (She)
I promise you, she's that type of woman
You could never play her, play her
She, she (Oh, oh), she's (Woah)
I promise you, she's that type of woman
You could never play her, play her

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