*featuring Da Brat, Trina
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[Da Brat]
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get yo' ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah [COUGH]
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Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at? [laughing]
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Ayo Brat
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Picture this, Eve walking down the street with two gats by her side
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The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
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In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
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Ready to cock back, we bust and your mind blown
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Just like that, braggadocious cuz I'm the dopesest Brat
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Most of these niggas focus on the ass that's fat
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And I'm just so ferocious to the rhythm of a high hat
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Why ask why? Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy
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Do what the fuck I wanna do til I die
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Shinin on everybody for the world to see
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My timin is always perfect, endlessly
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I deserve to swerve a little and splurge alot
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With the nerve I got, wearin these blindin rocks
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Got Chicago, Miami, and Philly
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A collabo, of three of the illest bitches, really
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[CHORUS: Eve]
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Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
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Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
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Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
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We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
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Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
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Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on
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Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
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Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve
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[Trina]
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Uh, uh, uh
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Miss Purina, Trina the M-I-A bitch
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Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo
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Pickin basically the richest nigga, for the baddest bitch
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Me, Eve, and Brat, it's banannas shit
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We aint havin this, I steps on toes
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In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stelletoes
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Iced out, drippin in Channell
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Prada, Gucci, and all that
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I make 'em fall back
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Hair done, fresh metti and peticure, bikini wax
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Gotta keep the cat smooth so when my nigga ask for the pussy
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It's good and wet
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After just one fuck, you won't forget
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I'm made up in the tropics gettin sunburned
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Bare ass out with the diamond thong on
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Nigga you thought you got yo' freak on in Japan
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But I was gettin my creep on with yo' man
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Cuz I'm a hot bitch...
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[Mo'Nique]
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Official Ryde or Die bitches, believe that
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[CHORUS]
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[Eve]
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Uh, yo
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When three raw bitches get together it's off the chain
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Thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game
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Boss bitches stallion, scream they name
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Hate us cuz our life right, eatin from the game
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Only fuck with the realest, don't associate with lames
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How the fuck can't you feel us? Three of the illest dames
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S-C-X-Y, Trina, Brat, and oooh I
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Bombshell, other bitches is true lies
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I'ma keep it simple, rock how I'm meant to
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Pretty with the heels on, or shitty with the Tim boots
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Do it how I wanna do it, question my mind
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You gon' understand from the rest of my lines
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Bitch please, you might as well be on freeze, when it's Eve
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You aint really tryin to fuck the game up, you just a tease
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You don't want it when I really get buck, you wanted peace
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Have you hidin in a hole when my album got released
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[CHORUS 2X]
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Gangsta Bitches
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Eve |