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royce da 5'9'' - she's the one lyrics

[verse 1: royce]
(-ssh0l-)
any n-gga wit guns, we got guns too
more heated, ready to outgun you
it’s too late, i already outgunned you
you was around, you know the outcome too
let’s play, lemme show you what game is
heartbreak, i’m showin’ you what pain is
please, i’m reppin’ the d homeboy
where your guns, you steppin’ to me homeboy
royce 5’9″‘s the name, n-ggas know
and n-ggas know, dealin’ with me n-ggas know
ayo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride?
i got a five in southside, you wanna drive?
psych, i ain’t got no five, you gold digger
you wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old n-gga
i got money, i’m just here to bug you girl
you can’t get none, but you know i love you girl

[hook] [royce]
she the one that wanna (whoop, whoop)
sayin’ at the same time what i won’t do
and every day i say i want you (to jump off)
where you come through, for me (i don’t know)
and if you come would you (whoop, whoop)
how you gon’ tell me that you want to (want to)
and then tell me what you won’t do (won’t do)
why you gonna lie to me (i don’t know)

[tre’ little]
what up girl, wit you an’ your ugly friend
she a two, you like sun times ten
anyway i heard you when you did the (whoop, whoop)
chicken call (cluck, cluck), sn-tchin’ up mens
tell what what you want, baby daddy got that
gotta get it this week while there’s no sales tax (awwwww)
you can’t detect sarcasm, me i detect a freak who like -rg-sms (uhhhhh)
tre i hold you down matter fact i’ll be a blast to pin yo -ss down (d-mn
d-mn)
tell your friends i’m still in your ear
she actin’ like your pet, what you trained her this year
tramp wit a p-ssy att-tude, say i grind food, and i bet she be cool
all she want is attention, lemme give her some
take this big face, get a cab, take yo -ss home (least he gave you a hundred)
i wasn’t that rude, this ain’t outkast, me and you
yo mama, and yo cousin too, i’m tryin’ to keep it simple
i’m tryin’ to f-ck you, c’mon

[hook]

[royce]
okay, you want money, i want s-x
we can both, take it or leave it, it makes us even
we like those freak hoes that like our style
clean up that pole, go upside down
us cuttin’ the chains, it’s just easy
i call you mama, you breast feed me
wait, your tummy hurts (oh), you feelin’ better
you can blow, like the neptunes, after the jigga record
me and my n-gga tre can tag team you
grab our two-ways and both beam you
we can take you out, but your friends talkin’ for ya
oh, i’m sorry, you hungry, we got some sausage for ya
all it needs is a bun, and you can see it get pumped
extra special sauce, now eat it for lunch
size ten is the d-ck and the heat is the pump
oh i see what you want, she so indecisive, cuz…

[hook x2]

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