She Goin’ (Original) lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J & n*gga Creep]
Oh, yeah, we live in the studio
Talkin' ’bout all these hoes, you know what I'm sayin'?
Goin’ and sh*t, all these b*tches goin', suckin on dingleings n' sh*t
Got my n*gga n*gga Creep in the house
Yeah, yeah, n*gga Creep up in this, motherf*cker
Talkin' 'bout the Roshell ho, 2581 Devine Street go holler at that b*tch, mane
(She goin', she goin')
Funky ass b*tch named, uhm, Latrice, you know what?
(She goin', she goin’)

[Chorus: n*gga Creep]
She goin’, she goin'
She goin’, she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin’, she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'

[Verse 1: MC Mack]
Woke up early Saturday mornin', cellular phone is ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, yo, is it a b*tch, a cop or is it them robbers?
Plottin' the Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends, I pay a lemon-lame, n*gga, no bother, my cheese go reach the ceilin' fan
I sit back watchin' these hoes I went to school with, turnin' out as prostitutes
Back in the days, they were stuck up but now they spreadin' they legs, to make their loot
The Mack is takin' scantie, wangi, wannabe-save hoes straight to church
I cope myself by sayin' "Turn around, stupid, silly ho, trick, raise up your skirt"
Slappin', jackin', shakin', breakin' b*tches for their cheese
How in the hell you think, the Mack is slippin' pimpin', off some triflin' b*tches
Mackin', with a passion, a passion for pimpin' is what I be spittin' them b*tches
I click miss, like a lunatic, I'm clever, however, f*ck these half-hoes
Tricks be tryin' to run game but they really don't know the Mack well
I'm sayin' what's up, to the Germantown high-ho, put her ass on a house, f*ck her slow, let her go
Talkin' 'bout you wanna' wear my Herringbone but you got me f*cked up, ho, so go now, jones
Don't play me weak nor soft, 'cause Mack's like me, we like to cizzone and keep goin'
[Chorus: n*gga Creep]
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'

[Verse 2: n*gga Creep]
N-I double G-A, C-R, double E-P, yes, it's me, you see
I'm doggin' one b*tch, doggin' two b*tch, doggin' three b*tch, I f*ck your family, G
So easily I get in those drawers
Don't pause, f*ck her up, throw lips, young stupid tramp
I done got the ass and I got the cash, now it's time for a n*gga like me to vamp
Then see her camp In the Hamp
Nah, let's talk about the South Memphis b*tch
Sunkin' off? I really don't know, but the ho can suck a mean ass di*k
So peep to lick the nut and the butt slow
Take a tip and stop, then blow my ass
Then pass gas, then filled up her jaws, had the ho filled up like a f*ckin' mess
She lay back on the bed, now how do a freaky b*tch like you feel?
You just like that hoochie named coochie, awkward and standin', rollin heels
And to the stanky ho, who's name [?]
Sixth Street, Seventh Street bound, you all we know
Won't you give a n*gga your address, talkin' to the n*ggas that you always f*ckin' go
Undercover ho, you thought I didn't know?
But you need to watch your funky-ass car
Walkin' 'round Manassas thinkin' you so fresh but you smellin' like five day fish that rot
Don't get hot 'cause it's true, rooty-poot b*tch like you don't dush
She don't doesn't either, so don't you feel funny
It's some other dirty b*tches just like you, b*tch