chorus:
Yo, Yo, Yo, they wanna know
Who's That Girl (La La La...)
Eve's that girl (La La La...)
(repeat)
Can I turn you on by my love's spell
Look into my eyes think I want you-can't tell
Me I keep it sexy daddy so I can't fail
Keep it gangsta for the cowards give em hell
Call me mystic, lips spit a gang of trash
Wrist lit now cuz I make a gang of cash
Like bland, still street with the du-rag
Slang, spit game chain speech, How'd they do that, huh
Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up
and act out, brawl with the smooth face, smash her on the knock out
and chain game don't run me, I run the game
If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I am supposed to change
Like simply dissin broads, with my mental, natural born hustlin, check what I've been through
Get mine sifted from you, and now you slap mine, exec. to my own shit, dawg I am on dot com.
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I can understand why you're scared of Eve
Thought I did it one way, aint prepared for me
Huh, mad cuz the image I dont care to be
Realness, real shit, spit reality
Attitude rude that's the Philly in I
Meet me in the game, I'm the thrill in ya life
Breath of fresh air, lil boys hang me on their wall, grow em chest hair
Why ya listenin to other shit, you go the best here, come on try your luck shorty
I got the rest scared, bet you anything you aint ready and you left there
Aint known for frontin bouts for my behavior, same way they get down I get down for this paper
16 need for my pents(?) so you contest, still need to know who I am, cop the record
Take it like a class on me, and learn the lesson, bottom line my world, my way any questions
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Yo power moves are made everyday by this thorough bitch
Imma get this bank anyway I do this shit
I was born to shine, mostly yall borderline bullshit, know exactly what I want from me
You cats is clueless, those flows just flow through my hands like water
Heat starts growing from my son or daughter
Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her
He spend so you owe, that's what mommy taught her
All ball is played, wont starve today
Sony after sony i write so I get paid
Thought I wasnt followin up with the second round, now bitch swallow it up while I shut it down
Make em love me over again, and over ya name
Betcha they get over ya style and over ya fame
Why you lookin sad at me, I aint the blame
Back to plan B, baby I can feel ya pain
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