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They usually hate her when she comes around |
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Huh, first lady mobbin' nigga hit the ground |
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Next break into that who we what a sound |
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Heads boppin', never fails once the doc's around |
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Hatin' the fact that she do things on both sides |
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But never disrespect two rings round both eyes, right? |
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Lady like in many ways |
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Because in trust |
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I can be crazy like on any day |
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Some do they dirt but best believe in time they pay |
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Do believe in lettin' shit chill 'til the promised day |
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Huh, seems they just fade away |
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I love it 'cuz them clowns they just paved the way |
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Left it wide open got no time to play |
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Mad 'cuz shit changed got no time to stay |
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Considered snobby then just hate me |
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I don't give a **** |
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Considered sloppy to me you just need to give it up |
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Eve don't give a **** about you |
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That's what it is |
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Eve is the hottest bitch |
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That's what it is |
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But she gon' stay ladylike |
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That's what it is |
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But I'ma act crazy like |
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That's what it is |
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Think I got your house shot |
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That's what it is |
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Think I got your car burnt |
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That's what it is |
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Think I got your people robbed |
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That's what it is' |
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Cuz we don't give a **** about you |
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That's what it is |
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I ain't got a moment to waste |
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I'm tryin' to get to your head, so |
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I gotta make room in your face |
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And they can't see your eyes or your nose |
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Why P? 'Cuz four, five slugs is consumin' the place |
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This is holiday you need, you **** with the scorpion |
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I don't stop poppin' till your body don't breathe |
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Clap more than the audience, after the show |
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Stab more than the butcher and |
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I'm kinda righteous |
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So I'ma help you pray for the |
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Lord when |
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I push you |
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She, the first lady, |
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I'm the ghost with the gun |
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Aimed at your son that'll love to burst crazy |
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Ruff ridin' the clique, come up outta your shit |
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Get clapped in the wig, sold a lotta records |
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But we never gave a **** so it's a wrap for the kids |
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Got to the back and the ribs |
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We the hood, even holiday bitch that's what it is |
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Eve don't give a **** about you |
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That's what it is |
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Eve is the hottest bitch |
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That's what it is |
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But she gon' stay ladylike |
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That's what it is |
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But I'm a act crazy like |
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That's what it is |
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Think I got your house shot |
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That's what it is |
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Think I got your car burnt |
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That's what it is |
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Think I got your people robbed |
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That's what it is' |
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Cuz we don't give a **** about you |
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That's what it is |
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Broke out and got grown, holdin' her own |
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That bitch come strong, give up, dead wrong |
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I don't even **** around 'less your head strong |
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Ain't too many that's around that can match they mind blown |
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Can't figure her out |
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Is she street, sweet, gutter, |
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I'm from the hood |
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A lotta y'all niggaz gold |
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This bitch two million sold |
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And I just figured that |
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I'd make it known |
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Baby girl got the whole world in her palm, alone |
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Watch me rock, got my lip cocked |
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Spit fire, watch it better duck, you stuck, you crossfire |
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Thought you was the realest you said you caught, liar |
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Any time you at where |
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I be, I'ma try you(I'ma try you) |
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Eve don't give a **** about you |
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That's what it is |
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Eve is the hottest bitch |
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That's what it is |
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But she gon' stay ladylike |
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That's what it is |
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But I'ma act crazy like |
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That's what it is |
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Think I got your house shot |
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That's what it is |
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Think I got your car burnt |
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That's what it is |
|
Think I got your people robbed |
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That's what it is' |
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Cuz we don't give a **** about you |
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That's what it is |
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Eve don't give a **** about you |
|
That's what it is |
|
Eve is the hottest bitch |
|
That's what it is |
|
But she gon' stay ladylike |
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That's what it is |
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But I'ma act crazy like |
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That's what it is |
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Think I got your house shot |
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That's what it is |
|
Think I got your car burnt |
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That's what it is |
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Think I got your people robbed |
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That's what it is' |
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Cuz we don't give a **** about you |
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That's what it is |