Gangsta b*tches lyrics

by

Styles P


[Intro: Da Brat & Eve]
Get yo' ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah *cough*
Eve, where you at? (Yeah)
Ayo Trina, where you at? *laughing*
Ayo Brat

[Verse 1: Da Brat]
Picture this, Eve walkin' down the street with two gats by her side
The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to c*ck back, we bust and your mind blown
Just like that, braggadocious 'cause I'm the dopesest Brat
Most of these n*ggas focus on the ass that's fat
And I'm just so ferocious to the rhythm of a high hat
Why ask why? 'Cause 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 timin' is always perfect, endlessly
I deserve to swerve a little and splurge a lot
With the nerve I got, wearin' these blindin' rocks
Got Chicago, Miami, and Philly
A collabo, of three of the illest b*tches, really

[Chorus: Eve]
Gangsta b*tch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the b*tches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the b*tches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve
[Verse 2: Trina]
Uh, uh, uh
Miss Purina, Trina the M-I-A b*tch, them I play with, eenie meenie meiny mo, pickin' basically the richest n*gga
For the baddest b*tch
Me, Eve, and Brat, it's bananas sh*t
We ain't havin' this, I steps on toes
In a pair of hot shorts and eight-inch stilettos
Iced out, drippin' in Chanel
Prada, Gucci, and all that
I make 'em fall back
Hair done, fresh mani, and pedicure, bikini wax
Gotta keep the cat smooth so when my n*gga ask for the pus*y
It's good and wet
After just one f*ck, you won't forget
I'm layed up in the tropics gettin' sunburned
Bare ass out with the diamond thong on
n*gga, you thought you got yo' freak on in Japan
But I was gettin' my creep on with yo' man
'Cause I'm a hot b*tch

[Interlude: Mo'Nique]
Official Ryde or Die b*tches, believe that

[Chorus: Eve]
Gangsta b*tch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the b*tches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the b*tches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve
[Verse 3: Eve]
Uh, yo
When three raw b*tches get together, it's off the chain
Thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game
Boss b*tches stallion, scream they name
Hate us 'cause 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-C-X-Y, Trina, Brat, and ooh I
Bombshell, other b*tches is true lies
I'ma keep it simple, rock how I'm meant to
Pretty with the heels on, or sh*tty with the Tim boots
Do it how I wanna do it, question my mind
You gon' understand from the rest of my lines
b*tch please, you might as well be on freeze, when it's Eve
You ain't really tryna 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

[Chorus: Eve]
Gangsta b*tch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the b*tches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the b*tches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve
Gangsta b*tch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the b*tches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the b*tches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve, uh
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