Pac Div, TiRon - She lyrics
[Pac Div, TiRon - She lyrics]
She hugs and kisses, loves attention
You know how she gets down
Loves that money, honey can't get enough
That's why she (shake that, shake that)
Shake that baby
(go 'head shake that, shake that)
Shake that baby (sh-sh-she's got to have it)
Baby got the Gucci on the frames
Fendi on the shoulder
She hang around the rappers
She kick it with the rollers
She addicted to the light
You would swear she was the solar
System on bang while she dipping in the Rover
I was sipping on a soda when
I first seen her roll up
Car pull right behind her
Parking at the diner
Strutting down the aisle
Everybody stopped to eye her
I'm peeping in the cut with thoughts
To get in that vagina
Simple old me, tried to pimp it on she
But damn she ain't having that
She wanna see my crib on
TV with a couple Humvees
And then I might have a chance, but wait
Wait a couple weeks passed
I had stopped to get gas
Heard a voice to my left
She was talking real fast
High-pitched was her tone
Smiled at me then she asked
"Ain't you in that one group?"
I looked at her and laughed, hit the gas!
I was treated like a dirtbag, growing up
Everything that they used to do
Was cold as fuck
All I had was my dreams of, blowing up
Couldn't really do shit so I, soaked it up
Played my part
Seen girls hate on me like it was an art
I tried to play it smart
Why the baby hair have niggas
Always throw they heart
I played the role of sucka hoping
For the chance to spark
A convo, now it's like "Bravo!"
Everywhere that I go
It's like I struck the lotto
They throw the gato at me
They used to call me nappy
Now they bring they homegirls
Hoping they can tag me
On some take one, get the other free shit
Let me cook for you, let me spend the weekend
Falling in love with you
Let me show you everything that I love to do
Say what?
I wonder how she moved in that tight ass room
Sweating out her weave and her cheap perfume
She hotter than the sun, I can be her moon
And when the night is done
My house'll be her tomb
Soon we'll go together like spinal
Cords and car seats
Or kind of like my words and hard beats
She whispered in my ear she's an artist
But, I ain't trying to hear all
That, straight to the bar please
We at the bar and she asked
To see my car keys
I'm like "Why?" and this was her reply:
"I ain't fucking with guys unless they drive
Nothing less than a 6, or a 745
You ain't willing to trick? I'mma
Play you to the side so if you ain't rich
Might as well not even try"
Sighi asked the bartender for my card back
"Sorry I'm not that dude, I'mma fall back"
Pac Div, Cook, what's good?
This beat right here
Make a nigga wanna start
Singing some shit like:
She think she can have what she want
Get what she want, take what she want
But, you ain't getting shit from me
Nothing from me cause, I ain't lying
We here grinding and you wasting time
And I could give a fuck if you's a dime
You know how she gets down
Loves that money, honey can't get enough
That's why she (shake that, shake that)
Shake that baby
(go 'head shake that, shake that)
Shake that baby (sh-sh-she's got to have it)
Baby got the Gucci on the frames
Fendi on the shoulder
She hang around the rappers
She kick it with the rollers
She addicted to the light
You would swear she was the solar
System on bang while she dipping in the Rover
I was sipping on a soda when
I first seen her roll up
Car pull right behind her
Parking at the diner
Strutting down the aisle
Everybody stopped to eye her
I'm peeping in the cut with thoughts
To get in that vagina
Simple old me, tried to pimp it on she
But damn she ain't having that
She wanna see my crib on
TV with a couple Humvees
And then I might have a chance, but wait
Wait a couple weeks passed
I had stopped to get gas
Heard a voice to my left
She was talking real fast
High-pitched was her tone
Smiled at me then she asked
"Ain't you in that one group?"
I looked at her and laughed, hit the gas!
I was treated like a dirtbag, growing up
Everything that they used to do
Was cold as fuck
All I had was my dreams of, blowing up
Couldn't really do shit so I, soaked it up
Played my part
Seen girls hate on me like it was an art
I tried to play it smart
Why the baby hair have niggas
Always throw they heart
I played the role of sucka hoping
For the chance to spark
A convo, now it's like "Bravo!"
Everywhere that I go
It's like I struck the lotto
They throw the gato at me
They used to call me nappy
Now they bring they homegirls
Hoping they can tag me
On some take one, get the other free shit
Let me cook for you, let me spend the weekend
Falling in love with you
Let me show you everything that I love to do
Say what?
I wonder how she moved in that tight ass room
Sweating out her weave and her cheap perfume
She hotter than the sun, I can be her moon
And when the night is done
My house'll be her tomb
Soon we'll go together like spinal
Cords and car seats
Or kind of like my words and hard beats
She whispered in my ear she's an artist
But, I ain't trying to hear all
That, straight to the bar please
We at the bar and she asked
To see my car keys
I'm like "Why?" and this was her reply:
"I ain't fucking with guys unless they drive
Nothing less than a 6, or a 745
You ain't willing to trick? I'mma
Play you to the side so if you ain't rich
Might as well not even try"
Sighi asked the bartender for my card back
"Sorry I'm not that dude, I'mma fall back"
Pac Div, Cook, what's good?
This beat right here
Make a nigga wanna start
Singing some shit like:
She think she can have what she want
Get what she want, take what she want
But, you ain't getting shit from me
Nothing from me cause, I ain't lying
We here grinding and you wasting time
And I could give a fuck if you's a dime