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Eve - We On That Shit! (feat. P. Killer Tracks) lyrics

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We On That Shit! (feat. P. Killer Tracks) by Eve

Aiiyight now get your guns
Aint 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 Im 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 gotcha kissin this nine
Yall niggas, worst than bitches, tears in your eyes
I aint got no sympathy so if you scared, nigga cry
On your knees, face in chest, lips shut
Fuck the mask, were 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 theyre bare
Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come on
1 [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 dont play cause she takes no shit
Uh, yo, yo, yo
I shoot backing out, P max them out
And the only way I dont 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 aint getting nada, forget that
Just sit back and watch me take everything even youre drough sack
Yeah my bitch can roll with,
Expensive paintings on your wall, gimme that
Aint no slacking, time aint a factor
Imma get it all
Used to ball with your niggas
Now Im making you crawl across the floor
Ego crushed and I dont give a fuck
Small change to the range, heard what I said
Give it up
I know it aint right, but me and my bitches gotta eat tonight
And every night from now on, get it right
Why, why ask why?
Im simply living and I get what I want
By simply taking or youre simply giving
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Yall 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
Im fast, hed have to waste it and I aint scared to blast
Ducking, jumping over shit, bet this bitch could last
Ready for war, act like I aint done this shit before
Practice on me next week, Ill be wanting more
Best believe you aint gonna live to see tomorrow
My dogs already warned your mother
Shell be full of sorrow
Busting through the door, somebodys house, kids screaming
I aint gonna front somehow I wish that I was sleeping, dreaming
Too late its done now, all you hear is gun sounds
Cock back, pop, pop, pop, and Im 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 Imma make it simple
Repeat 1

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