Da Brat - Gangsta b**hes lyrics

[Da Brat] Get yo' a** asthma with all that coughing, yeah [COUGH] Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at? [laughing] Ayo Brat Picture this, Eve walking 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 co*k back, we bust and your mind blown Just like that, braggadocious cuz I'm the dopesest Brat Most of these n***as focus on the a** that's fat And I'm just so ferocious to the rhythm of a high hat Why ask why? Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy Do what the f** 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 alot With the nerve I got, wearin these blindin rocks Got Chicago, Miami, and Philly A collabo, of three of the illest b**hes, really CHORUS: Eve Gangsta b**h, gangsta ice, gangsta whip Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse We the b**hes that the gangstas thirst Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong Huh, we the b**hes that the gangstas on Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve [Trina] Uh, uh, uh Miss Purina, Trina the M-I-A b**h Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo Pickin basically the richest n***a, for the baddest b**h Me, Eve, and Brat, it's banannas sh** We ain't havin this, I steps on toes In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stelletoes Iced out, drippin in Chanel Prada, Gucci, and all that I make 'em fall back Hair done, fresh metti and peticure, bikini wax Gotta keep the cat smooth so when my n***a ask for the p**y It's good and wet After just one f**, you won't forget I'm made up in the tropics gettin sunburned Bare a** out with the diamond thong on n***a you thought you got yo' freak on in Japan But I was gettin my creep on with yo' man Cuz I'm a hot b**h... [Mo'Nique] Official Ryde or Die b**hes, believe that CHORUS [Eve] Uh, yo When three raw b**hes get together it's off the chain Thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game Boss b**hes stallion, scream they name Hate us cuz our life right, eatin from the game Only f** with the realest, don't a**ociate with lames How the f** can't you feel us? Three of the illest dames S-C-X-Y, Trina, Brat, and oooh I Bombshell, other b**hes is true lies I'mma keep it simple, rock how I'm meant to Pretty with the heels on, or sh**ty with the Tim boots Do it how I wanna do it, question my mind You gon' understand from the rest of my lines b**h please, you might as well be on freeze, when it's Eve You ain't really tryin to f** 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 2X