Luyện nghe bài hát She's The One (remix)

Slim

Any nigga wit guns, we got too
More heated, to outgun you
too late I already outgunned you
You was around, you the outcome too
Let's play, lemme show you what is
Heartbreak, I'm you what pain is
Please, I'm reppin' a 'd'
Where your guns, you to me homeboy
Royce five-nine's the name, niggaz
And niggaz know, dealin' wit me know
toots, how you get here, you wanna ride
I got a five in Southside, you drive
Beside, I ain't got no five, you
You suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga
I got money, I'm here to bug you girl
Can't get none, but you I love you girl
yo

She the one that wanna hot whips, huh
Same one that really got shit, huh
She want her hair done, then get her nails
Go to Fifth Ave, to shop for Shanell, huh

She the one that ain't got shit, huh
The little bitch that really got tits, huh
Fuckin with a chest enhanced,
dance if you aint pay for her breasts implants

Anybody wit knives, we got too
sharp, and ready to outslice you
About 5 dudes, waitin for you
And inside is coming outside you
Get me drunk, and drink anything you can think
Wattup Miss.
(Yo what's up the ring, you married?)
Shit, I'm mingling, bitch
I just wanted to scream, this is the only that's it
Wattup with you, you
(Naww, I'm divorced)
Of course you are, you fuckin trailer park whore
(Trailer? I live in no trailer. I live in a mobilization unit, for your information)
Bitch, I got a dick, wanna
still, so i don't use birth control pills slut
Fuck, so much cum in your stomach that when I pull out
A and a half old body, deranged baby fall out
And I ain't to pay no child support
Are you playin? Be a man- bitch you sayin?
You tryin to pull some bullshit, while I got one arm
You me to make this half-nelson a full?

Wattup boo, is for you and your girlfriend
You bank-head, up in we Earl Flynt
Assholes get guns and flashed
Never ever go to Detroit, we blast

Hi, my is...

I'm the
Gimme money, gimme jewels,
Ayyo, you with the hair, is it yours?
I guess so, got a reciept- for
Got anymore I'm sick of red
Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken
I know you ghetto, I trying to take the ghetto out
about you to tell about, mellow out
I'm the one that be makin the say "What"
love, and making the club say "What"
Some of you cats, hate on the low and got
Any sauce that got hits, not
yo

[Project
Any nigga wit guts, we got too
More than crazy, want to outdo you
Damn, too late, we going you
Go get more niggaz, you gonna more than two
Paki, here to rep the east, New Jersey- I'mma rep my streets
Militainment- we soldiers
Me, Slim, and Royce got you cornered
The only you see on World's Wildest Police Chases
Niggaz go wild only during court cases
Bitches go wild when see us cum on they faces
We discriminate, we fuck all races
She the one I got love for
Money she won't get, I
She the one think she hot
Damn, you seen her, she is hot
maintanence- that's her style
God I can't her out my mind, she smile
But ain't no need to bout nothin
I got ten girls her, I ain't frontin
The only thing i buy is some good clothes for her, 'cause them shit is
Royce got me on this, remember the name- Project
so yo

You
Why you listenin?
Don't you see, I'm you
Fade me out, why would you ever play me
I'm
What do want from me?

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