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She Gangsta

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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


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