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    Royce Da 5'9" / Lyrics

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    "She's the One" Lyrics

    Royce Da 5'9"

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    Any nigga 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' a 'd' homeboy

    Where your guns, you steppin' to me homeboy
    Royce five-nine's the name, niggas know
    And niggas know, dealin' wit me niggas know
    Hey toots, how you get here, you want to ride

    I got a five in Southside, you want to drive
    Beside, I ain't got no five, you gold-digger
    You want to suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga
    I got money, I'm just here to bug you girl
    Can't get none, but you know I love you girl

    [Chorus: Royce]
    She the one that want to (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), snatchin' up men's

    Tell what what you want, baby daddy got that
    Gotta get it this week while there's no sales tax
    You can't detect sarcasm, me I detect a freak who like orgasms
    Tre I hold you down matter fact I'll be a blast to pin yo ass down (Damn, damn)

    Tell your friends I'm still in your ear
    She actin' like your pet, what you trained her this year
    Tramp wit a pissy attitude, 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 ass 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 fuck you, see'mon


    Okay, you want money, I want sex
    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 nigga 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 dick and the heat is the pump
    Oh I see what you want, she so indecisive, cause

    [Chorus: x2]
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Ryan Montgomery, Pharrell Williams, Chad Hugo.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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