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She Gansta Lyrics |
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 (*humming*)[Chamillionaire] Now she`s mo-ving through the club, in her gangsta strut Her weapon`s loaded up, and now she`s aiming to bust ow-ow So gangsta, the way she shoots You found a thug, I`m down with you Instead of filling him up with lead, with gun shots to the head She`s at the bar she`s getting him drunk, and he taking shots to the head Now he`s laying stiff off in the bed, but no he`s not really dead See that punk drunk and he passed out, while she dash out with his bread You bum a clot see you done forgot, nigga you dumb you not Suppose to go buy a mall for a hoe, cause she wanna shop See ya not suppose to buy a car lot, cause she want a drop Maybe not go buy a mountain, just cause that hoe wanted a rock Niggaz better stick to the G-code, speaking to hoes with my teeth froze I peep hoes like a peephole, cause I`m sneaky I sneak hoes Like a thief out of the clothes, and they don`t even expect it One minute she`s telling her friend I`m cute, until poof she`s naked Yes it`s the thick hips and the big tits, and her lipstick and her cleavage And her weave is weaponry, and security didn`t see this She is dressed to kill, you blind if you think she ain`t a Visual Soprano can`t handle her, cause she`s gangsta (*humming*) [Chamillionaire] She cocks it back and pull and shoot, cause she can see I`m pulling roofs Off the top of the new drop, but she forgot I`m bulletproof My chest is a permanent vest, I guess I`m not who you thought No matter how fine or smart, a girl can not damage my heart Think you`ve guessed it right, she`s trying to get you for your cream But it`s alright tonight, I`ve also got a scheme To hear nice things, like I wan` get between them jeans And then I`ma send you home, ain`t nothing but wedding dreams See every cent is equivalent to a bullet, so it ain`t no Damn hoe, giving me the shooter run out of my ammo I`m like Rambo in the cruiser, I maneuver with a Ruger Cause I`m sitting propped up on the non-stoppers, any jacker with a prover Excuse her who you talking to sir, nigga I`m talking to you See that hoe came in the club with me, how could she walk in with you Nigga I don`t know I ain`t certain, you ain`t gotta be no brain surgeon If you got game then it ain`t working, nigga getting two to the brain curtains You seen that show t.v. Bachelor, how them ladies react Well everyday Chamillionaire`s life is like, a episode of that Ha-ha her car break down on a hill, I bet she make you get out and push Taking that chick to Foot Locker, she never leave without a Swoosh and that`s gangsta (*talking*) [Chamillionaire] Million tempted by female, them smelling so good She get in bed he swelling, she tell him he sho` should Sex and sweat and yelling, them can tell I`m so hood So I think I`m bout to claim her, I`m bout to tame her Danger, damage you better believe she ain`t ya Average type of gangsta, excuse me what is your name girl Danger, she`s dressed to kill she`s gangsta Looking like a model, while she`s kissing trying to bang ya Smoking holes in dead bodies, just pulling hoes with their bodies Full of tattoos matter fact who, running with boo and nails prbably A drug dealer or a thug nigga, with a couple rocks in his left shoe Chopping up rocks till he get through, but he trying to get a knot to impress you Tell me what the hell is his purpose, putting diamonds all on her fist The reason you doing dirt kiss, money could buy that guy he`s worthless Game tighter than her skirt is, as she leaves him in pieces Till she eases her cleavage out, and sees it`s his weakness Think, your body`s tight the mood is right and if it seems That you`re not in love with my money, more than me I`ll be the king on the throne, you can be my queen Baby let`s get it on, come be on my dream team (*humming*) [Chamillionaire] See I`m telling you fellas, she more gangsta than you`ll ever be She get cheddar can get a G, without cocking the desert E` Never shot been on lock a lot, but it wasn`t for felonies Man fussing and handcuffing, he doesn`t wanna let her free Hispanic, Asian, Caucasian, even my Black queens Not all of them are after do`, though Eighty percent of them, are only after that green She wanna slam candy do`s, and ride 4`s But, no-no-no-no Baby I don`t think so, I don`t think sooo She wanna slam, candy do`s Tell her I don`t think so, I don`t think sooo |
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