She Love Gangsta’s lyrics

Okay...she love gangsters
Okay...she love gangsters

{verse one}
First class flights {flights}, 6 star nights {nights}
Im the man, the king, the gangster of ya life
Picture dis convertible coupe doors and rollin hard
Brand new gucci bag wit a wallet full of credit cards
Hustlers cash out, reload and come back
We weathered ever storm suckers couldn't replace dat
But when you rollin wit ke you wit a g
I let dem haters do whatever dey can i do me
She love her a gangster the swag and all
She say n*gga im ridin witcha if you rise or fall
My game spectacular its off the charts
Its just dat gangster profile dat done captured her heart

{hook}
Come on, she love her a gangster
The way i hustle and shine im bout my grind all the time
I swear dat she love her a gangster
Ain't nuthin other den me wen you a g dats how it be
She tell me dat she love her a gangster
Who handle business fareal im bout my ?? in the field
And now she say she love her a gangster
Ain't nothin better den dat im bout my ?? so holla back
She love her a gangster {gangster}
{verse two}
I let her roll with a crook, im dressed in all black
Homie dats dat gangster look, she sittin shot gun strapped
Its a beautiful ride, so sexy and cool wat a hell of a drive
Such a true vet im still a bad actor
She listen to me when i talk the respect factor
Big body coupe {coupe}, champayne range {range}
Here go a stack for the prada boots keep the change
The sweet presidental, top floor, trump tower
Come catch the money train its leavin in like a hour
We so fresh, we killed the scene {killed the scene}
You wit a boss come be a queen if you know wat i mean
Loose your other man, dat non sense thru
You wit a real g please dont compare the two
Do wat you want to do, be wat you want to be
Im so gangster i guess dats why she love me

{hook}
Come on, she love her a gangster
The way i hustle and shine im bout my grind all the time
I swear dat she love her a gangster
Ain't nuthin other den me wen you a g dats how it be
She tell me dat she love her a gangster
Who handle business fareal im bout my ?? in the field
And now she say she love her a gangster
Ain't nothin better den dat im bout my ?? so holla back
She love her a gangster {gangster}
{verse three}
Fire it up, fire it up
I know the hot spots
She love gangster n*ggas, true g's dat call shots
I made major moves wen all dem suckers failed
I keep her stress free low key protected well
Dis here is thug life dis here is a hustlers story
No matter time or place baby keep it gangster for me
Its all hood {hood}, we so paid {paid}
She break me off on the highway ridin escalades
Smokin top grade, belvadere shots
6 hundred v12 ridin on dem crome dots
Dem haters still talk but she dont quit
I ain't my fault dat dis girl like gangster sh*t

{hook}
Come on, she love her a gangster
The way i hustle and shine im bout my grind all the time
I swear dat she love her a gangster
Ain't nuthin other den me wen you a g dats how it be
She tell me dat she love her a gangster
Who handle business fareal im bout my ?? in the field
And now she say she love her a gangster
Ain't nothin better den dat im bout my ?? so holla back
She love her a gangster {gangster}