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eve - gangsta bitch lyrics

[da brat]
get yo’ -ss asthma with all that coughing, yeah [cough]
eve where you at? ayo trina where you at? [laughing] ayo brat
picture this eve walkin’ down the street with two cats by her side
the one on the right trina, the one on her left i
we in a hot poster, studded in rhinestone
ready to c-ck back, we bust your mind blown
just like that braggadocious cuz i’m the dopest brat
most of my n-gg-‘s focus on the -ss thats fat
and i’m just so ferocious to the rythm of a high hat
why ask why? cuz how, whenever i do it i buy what i wanna buy
do what the f-ck i wanna do til i die
shinin on everybody for the world to see
my timing is always perfect, endlessly
i deserve to swerve a little and splurge alot
with the nerve i got, wearin these blindin rocks
got chicago, miami, and philly
a collabo, of three of the illest b-tches, really

[chorus]
gangsta b-tch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
we the b-tches that the gangstas thirst
gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
huh, we the b-tches that the gangstas on
gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
gangsta brat, gangsta trina, and gangsta eve

[trina]
uh, uh, uh
miss purina, trina the m-i-a b-tch
them i play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo
pickin basically the richest n-gg-, for the baddest b-tch
me, eve, and brat, it’s banannas sh-t
we aint havin this, i steps on toes
in a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stelletoes
iced out, drippin in channell
prada, gucci, and all that
i make ’em fall back
hair done, fresh manni and peticure, bikini wax
gotta keep the cat smooth so when my n-gg- ask for the p-ssy
it’s good and wet
after just one f-ck, you won’t forget
i’m made up in the tropics gettin sunburned
bare -ss out with my diamond thong on
n-gg- you thought you got yo’ freak on in j-pan
but i was gettin my creep on with yo’ man
cuz i’m a hot b-tch…

[mo’nique]
official ryde or die b-tches, believe that

[chorus]

[eve]
uh, yo
when three raw b-tches get together it’s off the chain
thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game
boss b-tches stallion, scream they name
hate us cuz our life right, eatin from the game
only f-ck with the realest, don’t -ssociate with lames
how the f-ck can’t you feel us? three of the illest dames
s-e-x-y, trina, brat, and oooh i
bombsh-ll, other b-tches is true lies
i’ma keep it simple, rock how i’m meant to
pretty with the heels on, or sh-tty with the tim boots
do it how i wanna do it, question my mind
you gon’ understand from the rest of my lines
b-tch please, you might as well be on freeze, when it’s eve
you aint really tryin to f-ck the game up, you just a tease
you don’t want it when i really get buck, you wanted peace
have you hidin in a hole when my alb-m got released

[chorus] x2

- eve lyrics

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