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Yo, yo, yo |
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They wanna know |
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Who's that girl? |
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(La, la, la) |
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Eve's that girl |
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(La, la, la) |
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Who's that girl? |
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(La, la, la) |
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Eve's that girl |
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(La, la, la) |
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Yo, yo |
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Can I turn you on by my word spell |
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Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell |
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Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't fail |
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Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell |
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Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash |
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Wrist glist now, 'cause I make a gang of cash |
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Light glance, still street with the doo-rag |
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Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that? |
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Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out |
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Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out |
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Ain't changed game don't run me, I run the game |
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If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to change |
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Like simple, dizzy broads ain't fuckin' with my mental |
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Natural born hustlin' bitch, check what I've been through |
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Got mine took it from you, and now you slot mine |
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Exec to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin' dot coms |
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Who's that girl? |
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(La, la, la) |
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Eve's that girl |
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(La, la, la) |
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Who's that girl? |
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(La, la, la) |
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Eve's that girl |
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(La, la, la) |
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Yo, yo I can understand why you're scared of Eve |
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Thought I did it one way, ain't prepared for me |
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Huh, mad cause an image I don't care to be |
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Realness, real shit, spit reality |
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Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I |
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Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life |
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Breath of fresh air |
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Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair |
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Why you listenin' to other shit? You go the best here |
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Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest scared |
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Bet you anything you ain't ready and you get left there |
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Ain't known for frontin' vouch for my behavior |
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Same way they get down I get down for this paper |
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Sixteen lean from my pence so you can test her |
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Still need to know who I am, then cop the record |
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Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson |
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Bottom line my world, my way any questions |
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Who's that girl? |
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(La, la, la) |
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Eve's that girl |
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(La, la, la) |
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Who's that girl? |
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(La, la, la) |
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Eve's that girl |
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(La, la, la) |
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Uh, yo power moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch |
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I'm a get this bank anyway that I do this shit |
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I was born to shine while most of y'all was borderline bullshit |
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Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless |
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Dispose the flow through my hands like water |
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Heat starts growing from my son or my daughter |
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Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her |
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He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her |
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So hardball is played, won't starve today |
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Song after song I write so I get paid |
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Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second round |
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Now bitch swallow it up, while I shove it down |
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Make em love me over again and over your name |
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Betcha they get over your style and over your fame |
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Why you lookin' sad at me, I ain't to blame |
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Back to plan B baby, I can feel your pain |
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Who's that girl? |
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(La, la, la) |
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Eve's that girl |
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(La, la, la) |
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Who's that girl? |
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(La, la, la) |
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Eve's that girl |
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(La, la, la) |
