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

Slim

Any nigga wit guns, we got too
More heated, ready to you
too late I already outgunned you
You was around, you know the too
play, lemme show you what Game is
Heartbreak, I'm you what pain is
Please, I'm reppin' a 'd'
Where guns, you steppin' to me homeboy
Royce the name, niggaz know
And niggaz know, dealin' wit me niggaz
Ayyo toots, how you get here, you ride
I got a five in Southside, you drive
Beside, I got no five, you gold-digger
You suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga
I got money, I'm here to bug you girl
get none, but you know I love you girl
yo

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

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

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

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

Hi, my is...

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

[Project
Any wit guts, we got guts too
than crazy, only want to outdo you
Damn, too late, we going you
Go get more niggaz, you gonna need more two
Project Paki, here to rep the east, New I'mma rep my streets
we soldiers y'all
Me, Slim, and Royce got you y'all
The only niggaz you see on World's Police Chases
Niggaz that go only during court cases
Bitches go wild when they see us cum on faces
We never discriminate, we fuck all
She the one I got love for
Money she get, I assure
She the one that 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 worry nothin
I got ten girls like her, I frontin
The only i buy is some good clothes for her, 'cause them shit is tacky
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 yall from me?

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