SLAUGHTERHOUSE

SLAUGHTERHOUSE - She Will lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

I told her

Now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga

?

Don't do the small talk, wrong got a bill with it

She asked for a vay-cay, all she get is a guilt trip

Niggas is talking to the feds now bugging out

Even got cassettes in they chest, teddy ruxpin style

Bitches is wildin' treating me like they husband now

Tho I got this white girl upstairs like this the drummin' house

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

Now go and pop that pussy for another real nigga

House gang bang bang, no deer injure

Long rifle, big bulls, drip ooz shout when I come round the corner

Like a vick cruz route

Suck it with you're boobs out, you fucking skank

Deep tho, please choke, yeah gag like a fucking prank

You know what's reeking, be freaking so tho we got dinner reservations

Later this evening I'm eating

[Hook: Joe Budden and Joell Ortiz]

She's started to pop it for a nigga they look back

And told her baby it's real

And I said bitch you crazy if you think I believe but I'mma still get a feel

She said that a head ground breaking so it's only right that I show her

What a drill

And she cute, so maybe she want

Yeah ight nigga trust me she will

Yeah, do it for the hardest niggas spitting in the game

She will, yeah

If I can drop her off and she ain't gotta take the train right now she will

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]

I mean..

Why the fuck would she not, she'll play my side just to be hot

Hop in my ride, crushing these blocks, swallow her pride

Fuck them reeboks, red bottoms glide, girl get on top and

Leave those on and go with your squat, let's make this porn

See the red dot? The camera is on

Here's your big shot

They say you're shy, I know you're not

Now prove em wrong

Make it

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]

He can't go the places I go

He ain't been the places I've been

He can't fuck the hoes that I've fucked

He Don't spend they way that I spend

Wait she hold that pussy hostage like a pimp is near by

With me she always wanna lay up like a rim is near by

[Verse 5: Crooked I]

Hop up on that pole and wind

Overtime, take off your clothes and grind

She know she fine, she low-key no she mind

Look at the neck and the ho get blind

Fuck your man, got a loaded nine

With a ? for colon bind

Put a bullet in his head, leave him with an open mind

And I poke his dime

Crooked I!

In the pussy and I go for ?

Why do you think they call it box

Gotta hit baby below the belt

Whether coka or moka after I stroke a

I never broke myself

We into march, but may 15th, we be on your shelf!

Welcome to our house nigga (House nigga)

No Clarence Thomas

We running your lane, we sunning the game

So Pay your parents homage

Each one of my gang is one of the same, I'm being very honest

Bust that paint so black on a bentley coup I'm feeling farrah conish

I promise, so many tattas got my name on it

These strippers, they bring the parade on stage and I rain on it

Real nigga!

Man I'm getting this money don't ask how

You get cheese cause of dairy air is a cash cow

[Hook]

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