[Eve]
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Aiiyight now get your guns
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Ain't no stopping me
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Need the whole cash bundled up for me and my bitches shopping spree
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The robbery, damn ya smart, and you guessed right in me
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Asking all those questions gonna was to set you up right
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Wet 'em all, pretend I'm Jada, lata set it off
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Cartier, Rolley, time frozen get 'em all
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Dingling medallions, all that glisten is mine
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And all that bitchin' that you doing
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I got'cha kissin' this nine
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Y'all niggas, worst than bitches, tears in your eyes
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I ain't got no sympathy so if you scared, nigga cry
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On your knees, face in chest, lips shut
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Fuck the mask, we're robbing you in lipstick and wigs, what?
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Yeah we brawl, but you took me out and let me see it all
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Braggin' 'bout the shit you got and now I get it all
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Matter of fact, take your clothes off, I like it when they're bare
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Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come on
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[1] - [P. Killer Tracks]
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Hey yo check that nigga cause we on that shit
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Get out your ride fool cause we on that shit
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Hid your stash box cause we on that shit
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Run that ice cause we on that shit
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Keep a loaded clip cause we on that shit
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Ryde or die nigga cause we on that shit
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We out to get it all cause we on that shit
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And Eve don't play cause she takes no shit
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[Eve]
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Uh, yo, yo, yo
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I shoot backing out, P max them out
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And the only way I don't get shit is if you stash the house
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Professional bitches, destined for riches and precious jewels
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Distracted by the size of my ass, had you fooled
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I ain't getting' nada, forget that
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Just sit back and watch me take everything even you're drough sack
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Yeah my bitch can roll with,
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Expensive paintings on your wall, gimme that
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Ain't no slacking, time ain't a factor
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I'mma get it all
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Used to ball with your niggas
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Now I'm making you crawl across the floor
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Ego crushed and I don't give a fuck
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Small change to the range, heard what I said
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Give it up
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I know it ain't right, but me and my bitches gotta eat tonight
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And every night from now on, get it right
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Why, why ask why?
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I'm simply living and I get what I want
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By simply taking or you're simply giving
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[Repeat 1]
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[Eve]
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Y'all niggas faggottish
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Cops spot me got me running out my kiss
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Unlatch the ice pieces on my neck and wrist
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Screeching in the streets from the five series to a ditch
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I'm fast, he'd have to waste it and I ain't scared to blast
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Ducking, jumping over shit, bet this bitch could last
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Ready for war, act like I ain't done this shit before
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Practice on me next week, I'll be wanting more
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Best believe you ain't gonna live to see tomorrow
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My dogs already warned your mother
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She'll be full of sorrow
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Busting through the door, somebody's house, kids screaming
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I ain't gonna front somehow I wish that I was sleeping, dreaming
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Too late it's done now, all you hear is gun sounds
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Cock back, pop, pop, pop, and I'm like what now
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Ghetto bird on me, weaving through the trees
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Last fence I hopped over, fell and landed on my knees
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Barrels at my temple, hey yo fuck it I'ma make it simple
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[Repeat 1]
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We On That Shit! (featuring P. Killer Tracks)
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| Eve |
