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eve - gangsta bitches lyrics

get yo’ -ss asthma with all that coughing, yeah
eve where you at? ayo trina where you at? ayo brat

picture this, eve walking down the street with two gats by her side
the one on her right trina, the one on her left i
in a high holster, studded in rhinestone
ready to c-ck back, we bust and your mind blown
just like that, braggadocios ‘cuz i’m the dopesest brat
most of these n-gg-s focus on the -ss that’s fat
and i’m just so ferocious to the rhythm 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 timin’ is always perfect, endlessly
i deserve to swerve a little and splurge a lot
with the nerve i got, wearin’ these blindin’ rocks
got chicago, miami and philly
a collabo, of three of the illest b-tches, really

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
we the b-tches that the gangstas on
gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
gangsta brat, gangsta trina and gangsta eve

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 bananas sh-t
we ain’t 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 metti and pedicure, 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 the 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
official ryde or die b-tches, believe that

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 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 ain’t 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

- eve lyrics

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