Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stuck Up, artist - Eve.
Date of issue: 13.09.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stuck Up |
I’m tires of talkin’to this answering machine shit |
I seen you earlier but you know |
You was with them Ruff Ryder niggas |
I ain’t really fuckin with it like that shit |
Yo yo nigga if you shy move on Only room for a thug that can hold on Keep me right in the night early in the morn |
I need a dog that can buy it if the pressure’s on Damn I hate it when I find out that you niggas soft |
Go run and hide for cover when the trouble starts |
I like it when he stay and play his part |
Ain’t scared to put a slug through a nigga’s heart |
Takes the best of both worlds don’t discriminate |
East coast, West Coast I don’t playa hate |
Platinum daytan on the 6−4 regulator |
Big trucks in the hood, black Navigator |
If you icy with the price, bring me that ring pa Might entice me to play nicely and come and get’cha |
You got a wifey, tell her nicely I’m in the picture |
Cause I ain’t gon struggle for long and try to get’cha |
Come on Eve why you talking crazy and all stuck up Why you stay tryin to play me like yo ass is tough one |
My own fuckin money ain’t good enough |
You got a nigga so sick I’m bout to throw the fuck up But I love ya (come on ma) |
I need ya (understand ma) |
I got to have ya Eve, Eve I’d do anything to keep ya Yo, thinking you fly on ya next tell cell, with accumulated jewels |
Smellin like you on doche, nigga you well |
Heard you ain’t ready to share |
How can I live with you? |
Icy huh? |
Me standin’next to you bare, I heard your pockets knotted |
But me I’m scheming on the cottage |
And you a nigga to turn his back on a bitch |
Like I ain’t got it and forget that |
Bratty type spoiled by the best black Caddy |
Escalated '99 edition get that |
And what you ain’t equal to a shwang and I ain’t with that |
Not impressed by all of this is mine but we can split that |
Give me all of it homebody this ain’t no Kit Kat |
Start me off with time couple weeks and I could flip that |
What’s this 50/50? |
You ain’t breakin’off none, ya stash is limited |
I see it insufficient funds |
Mad cause I don’t speak but why should you disrespect |
So until ya pockets swells speak to the back of my neck |
Come on Eve why you talking crazy and all stuck up Why you stay tryin to play me like yo ass is tough one |
My own fuckin money ain’t good enough |
You got a nigga so sick I’m bout to throw the fuck up But I love ya (come on ma) |
I need ya (understand ma) |
I got to have ya Eve, Eve I’d do anything to keep ya Yo, yo blonde hair must be an aphrodisiac for cats |
Want me, dick’s be harder then aluminum bat’s |
Flaunt me, I don’t hang around with average cats |
With average whips, that spend average stacks |
I’m into anything but normal things |
Celly rings from tha broker at the stock exchange I’m hearing that |
Glacier filled chains all the haters starin’at me Make sure I stay nice keep ya bitches glaring at Wave ya Rollies in the air, yea last year |
Now I’m searching for the platinum iced out Cartier |
Laid up in da cuts in silk Dolce underwear |
Yeah baby spend that that’s all I’m tryin to hear |
It’s funny how I used to want the richest niggas |
Keep five on deck to see who get the quickest figures |
Cause I only want the pick of the litter for this one |
And now because my papers got bigger you gets none |
Come on Eve why you talking crazy and all stuck up Why you stay tryin to play me like yo ass is tough one |
My own fuckin money ain’t good enough |
You got a nigga so sick I’m bout to throw the fuck up But I love ya (come on ma) |
I need ya (understand ma) |
I got to have ya Eve, Eve I’d do anything to keep ya Come on Eve why you talking crazy and all stuck up Why you stay tryin to play me like yo ass is tough one |
My own fuckin money ain’t good enough |
You got a nigga so sick I’m bout to throw the fuck up But I love ya (come on ma) |
I need ya (understand ma) |
I got to have ya Eve, Eve I’d do anything to keep ya |