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We on that shit Lyrics

We on that shit by Eve  

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We on that shit We On That Shit 
(ft. P. Killer Tracks)

[Eve] 
Aiiyight now get your guns 
Ain't no stopping me 
Need the whole cash bundled up for me and my bitches shopping spree 
The robbery, damn ya smart, and you guessed right in me 
Asking all those questions gonna was to set you up right 
Wet 'em all, pretend I'm Jada, lata set it off 
Cartier, Rolley, time frozen get 'em all 
Dingling medallions, all that glisten is mine 
And all that bitchin' that you doing 
I got'cha kissin' this nine 
Y'all niggas, worst than bitches, tears in your eyes 
I ain't got no sympathy so if you scared, nigga cry 
On your knees, face in chest, lips shut 
Fuck the mask, we're robbing you in lipstick and wigs, what? 
Yeah we brawl, but you took me out and let me see it all 
Braggin' 'bout the shit you got and now I get it all 
Matter of fact, take your clothes off, I like it when they're bare 
Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come on 

1 ¨C [P. Killer Tracks] 
Hey yo check that nigga cause we on that shit 
Get out your ride fool cause we on that shit 
Hid your stash box cause we on that shit 
Run that ice cause we on that shit 
Keep a loaded clip cause we on that shit 
Ryde or die nigga cause we on that shit 
We out to get it all cause we on that shit 
And Eve don't play cause she takes no shit 

[Eve] 
Uh, yo, yo, yo 
I shoot backing out, P max them out 
And the only way I don't get shit is if you stash the house 
Professional bitches, destined for riches and precious jewels 
Distracted by the size of my ass, had you fooled 
I ain't getting' nada, forget that 
Just sit back and watch me take everything even you're drough sack 
Yeah my bitch can roll with, 
Expensive paintings on your wall, gimme that 
Ain't no slacking, time ain't a factor 
I'mma get it all 
Used to ball with your niggas 
Now I'm making you crawl across the floor 
Ego crushed and I don't give a fuck 
Small change to the range, heard what I said 
Give it up 
I know it ain't right, but me and my bitches gotta eat tonight 
And every night from now on, get it right 
Why, why ask why? 
I'm simply living and I get what I want 
By simply taking or you're simply giving 

Repeat 1 

[Eve] 
Y'all niggas faggottish 
Cops spot me got me running out my kiss 
Unlatch the ice pieces on my neck and wrist 
Screeching in the streets from the five series to a ditch 
I'm fast, he'd have to waste it and I ain't scared to blast 
Ducking, jumping over shit, bet this bitch could last 
Ready for war, act like I ain't done this shit before 
Practice on me next week, I'll be wanting more 
Best believe you ain't gonna live to see tomorrow 
My dogs already warned your mother 
She'll be full of sorrow 
Busting through the door, somebody's house, kids screaming 
I ain't gonna front somehow I wish that I was sleeping, dreaming 
Too late it's done now, all you hear is gun sounds 
Cock back, pop, pop, pop, and I'm like what now 
Ghetto bird on me, weaving through the trees 
Last fence I hopped over, fell and landed on my knees 
Barrels at my temple, hey yo fuck it I'ma make it simple 

Repeat 1
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