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Paul Wall - She Gansta lyrics
(*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 reactPaul Wall - She Gansta - http://motolyrics.com/paul-wall/she-gansta-lyrics.html
 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









