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