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south central cartel - she go lyrics

chorus: l.v.:

she go (x8)

verse 1: havikk:

yeah, uh, okay, can i say i love her and i kept it real (keep it real), i love the way she look when she wearin’ heels (uh), no clothes, hair up and she off a pill (off a pill), i’m from the hood (i’m from the hood), she’s from the hills (yeah, uh), i f+ck her good like she make me feel (make me feel), uh, i eat her p+ssy like my favorite meal, yeah, i never lie i tell the truth to her (truth to her), yeah, she deserve it she a truth trooper (she a truth trooper), i go mario on king koopa (bloop!), i never wait and watch that’s for big losers (yes), you ever f+ck a real n+gga on the beach cruiser, she said do i however the d+ck+doer, she go

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verse 2: prodeje:

she sendin’ pictures in her lingerie (right), i find myself gazin’ at ’em everyday (huh, for real), and after work i’m pullin’ up around the way (come on, baby), she love my hood swag what she always sayin’, that she be s+xy like it ain’t a thang, she know that she the sh+t look at her body bang (haha), and i don’t share that body with n0body, mane (n0body), all these haters want her but she in my lane (naw), and so we swerve to the hillside, get away from life a lil’ she be on that pill high (no sh+t), i mean this b+tch be gettin’ real high, gigglin’ and sh+t but i won’t lie she lookin’ real fly (all the time), and so i whisper in her left ear, she like whatchu wake me fo’ ’cause mommy sittin’ right here, i down a henny while she down a beer (that’s right), and we just kept it gangsta let me make it clear

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verse 3: havikk:

man, i reminisce about her nasty ways, how she would work the pole, clap her ass away, her smile’s the essence, when you think about it, she was 420, always ’bout it ’bout it, hm, she held a n+gga down for many years, we had real talk, and shed real tears, huh, she said a n+gga really hit it well, you made it squirt, baby, that p+ssy wet as h+ll, uh, i never fold when the kitchen’s hot, i’ll cook the whitey up, my b+tch will clean the pot, hm, and when i’mma hungry she gon’ feed a n+gga, she said i love ya havikk, but keep it gangsta, n+gga

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