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

Slim

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

She the one that ride hot whips, huh
Same one that ain't got shit, huh
She want her hair done, then get her nails
Go to Ave, just to shop for Shanell, huh

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

Anybody wit knives, we got too
More sharp, and ready to you
About 5 dudes, waitin for you
And what's is coming outside you
Get me drunk, and I'll drink 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 finger that's it
Wattup with you, you
(Naww, I'm divorced)
Of course you are, you little fuckin trailer whore
(Trailer? I don't live in no trailer. I live in a unit, for your information)
Bitch, I got a dick, wanna
Hold still, so i use birth control pills slut
Fuck, pump so much cum in your that when I pull out
A years and a half old body, deranged fall out
And I ain't stayin to pay no child
Are you playin? Be a man- what you sayin?
You tryin to pull some bullshit, while I got one arm
You want me to make this half-nelson a

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

Hi, my is...

I'm the
Gimme money, gimme jewels,
Ayyo, you with the long hair, is it
I guess so, got a paid for
Got anymore I'm sick of red
Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken
I know you ghetto, I ain't trying to take the out
Things about you to tell about, out
I'm the one be makin the clubs say "What"
Gettin love, and the club say "What"
Some of you cats, hate on the low and got
Any that got hits, not this
yo

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

You
Why you still
you see, I'm dissing you
Fade me out, why would you ever play me
I'm
What do yall from me?

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