Gangsta B's - Eve

The one on the right Trina, the one on her left I

We in a hot poster, studded in rhinestone

Ready to cock back, we bust your mind blown

Just like that braggadocious cuz I’m the dopest Brat

Most of my nigga’s focus on the ass thats fat

And I’m just so ferocious to the rythm of a high hat

Why ask why?

Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy

Do what the f*ck I wanna do til I die

Shinin on everybody for the world to see

My timing is always perfect, endlessly

I deserve to swerve a little and splurge alot

With the nerve I got, wearin these blindin rocks

Got Chicago, Miami, and Philly

A collabo, of three of the illest bitches, really

Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip

Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows

Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse

We the bitches that the gangstas thirst

Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong

Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on

Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees

Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve

Uh, uh, uh

Miss purina, Trina the M-I-A bitch

Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo

Pickin basically the richest nigga, for the baddest bitch

Me, Eve, and Brat, it’s banannas shit

We ain’t havin this, I steps on toes

In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stilletos

Iced out, drippin in Chanel

Prada, Gucci, and all that

I make 'em fall back

Hair done, fresh manni and pedicure, bikini wax

Gotta keep the cat smooth so when my nigga ask for the pussy

It’s good and wet

After just one f*ck, you won’t forget

I’m made up in the tropics gettin sunburned

Bare ass out with my diamond thong on

Nigga you thought you got yo' freak on in Japan

But I was gettin my creep on with yo' man

Cuz I’m a hot bitch…

Official Ryde or Die bitches, believe that

Uh, yo

When three raw bitches get together it’s off the chain

Thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game

Boss bitches stallion, scream they name

Hate us cuz our life right, eatin from the game

Only f*ck with the realest, don’t associate with lames

How the f*ck can’t you feel us?

Three of the illest dames

S-E-X-Y, Trina, Brat, and oooh I

Bombshell, other bitches is true lies

I’ma keep it simple, rock how I’m meant to

Pretty with the heels on, or shitty with the Tim boots

Do it how I wanna do it, question my mind

You gon' understand from the rest of my lines

Bitch please, you might as well be on freeze, when it’s Eve

You ain’t really tryin to f*ck the game up, you just a tease

You don’t want it when I really get buck, you wanted peace

Have you hidin in a hole when my album got released