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 Game is
Heartbreak, I'm showin' you pain is
Please, I'm a 'd' homeboy
Where your guns, you to me homeboy
Royce five-nine's the name, know
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 ain't got no five, you
You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old
I got money, I'm just to bug you girl
Can't get none, but you I love you girl
yo

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

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

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

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

Hi, my is...

I'm the
money, gimme jewels, everything
Ayyo, you with the hair, is it yours?
I so, got a reciept- 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 the ghetto out
about you to tell about, mellow out
I'm the one that be the clubs say "What"
Gettin love, and the club say "What"
of you cats, hate on the low and got sick
Any that got hits, not this
yo

[Project
Any wit guts, we got guts too
More than crazy, want to outdo you
Damn, too late, we after you
Go get more niggaz, you need more than two
Project Paki, here to rep the east, New I'mma rep my streets
Militainment- we soldiers
Me, Slim, and got you cornered y'all
The only niggaz you see on Wildest Police Chases
Niggaz that go wild only court cases
Bitches go wild they see us cum on they faces
We discriminate, we fuck all races
She the one that I got for
she won't get, I assure
She the one that she hot
Damn, you seen her, she is hot
High maintanence- her style
God I can't her out my mind, she smile
But no need to worry 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
Royce got me on this, remember the name- Paki
so yo

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

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