Eve - Gangsta *****es Lyrics
[da brat]Get yo ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah [cough]Eve where you at? ayo trina where you at? [laughing]Ayo bratPicture this, eve walking down the street with two gats by her sideThe one on her right trina, the one on her left iIn a high holster, studded in rhinestoneReady to ***** back, we bust and your mind blownJust like that, braggadocious cuz Im the dopesest bratMost of these niggas focus on the ass thats fatAnd Im just so ferocious to the rhythm of a high hatWhy ask why? cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buyDo what the ***** I wanna do til I dieShinin on everybody for the world to seeMy timin is always perfect, endlesslyI deserve to swerve a little and splurge alotWith the nerve I got, wearin these blindin rocksGot chicago, miami, and phillyA collabo, of three of the illest *****es, reallyChorus: eveGangsta *****, gangsta ice, gangsta whipGangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta showsGangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verseWe the *****es that the gangstas thirstGangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thongHuh, we the *****es that the gangstas onGangsta bottle, gangsta treesGangsta brat, gangsta trina, and gangsta eve[trina]Uh, uh, uhMiss purina, trina the m-i-a *****Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny moPickin basically the richest nigga, for the baddest *****Me, eve, and brat, its banannas shitWe aint havin this, I steps on toesIn a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stelletoesIced out, drippin in channellPrada, gucci, and all thatI make em fall backHair done, fresh metti and peticure, bikini waxGotta keep the cat smooth so when my nigga ask for the *****Its good and wetAfter just one *****, you wont forgetIm made up in the tropics gettin sunburnedBare ass out with the diamond thong onNigga you thought you got yo freak on in japanBut I was gettin my creep on with yo manCuz Im a hot *****...[monique]Official ryde or die *****es, believe thatChorus[eve]Uh, yoWhen three raw *****es get together its off the chainThought you found a spot to fill, you lost the gameBoss *****es stallion, scream they nameHate us cuz our life right, eatin from the gameOnly ***** with the realest, dont associate with lamesHow the ***** cant you feel us? three of the illest damesS-c-x-y, trina, brat, and oooh iBombshell, other *****es is true liesIma keep it simple, rock how Im meant toPretty with the heels on, or shitty with the tim bootsDo it how I wanna do it, question my mindYou gon understand from the rest of my lines***** please, you might as well be on freeze, when its eveYou aint really tryin to ***** the game up, you just a teaseYou dont want it when I really get buck, you wanted peaceHave you hidin in a hole when my album got releasedChorus 2x
