Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta B's, artist - Eve. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Gangsta B's |
| The one on the right Trina, the one on her left I |
| We in a hot poster, studded in rhinestone |
| Ready to cock back, we bust your mind blown |
| Just like that braggadocious cuz I’m the dopest Brat |
| Most of my nigga’s focus on the ass thats fat |
| And I’m just so ferocious to the rythm of a high hat |
| Why ask why? |
| Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy |
| Do what the f*ck I wanna do til I die |
| Shinin on everybody for the world to see |
| My timing 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 bitches, really |
| Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip |
| Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows |
| Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse |
| We the bitches that the gangstas thirst |
| Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong |
| Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on |
| Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees |
| Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve |
| Uh, uh, uh |
| Miss purina, Trina the M-I-A bitch |
| Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo |
| Pickin basically the richest nigga, for the baddest bitch |
| Me, Eve, and Brat, it’s banannas shit |
| We ain’t havin this, I steps on toes |
| In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stilletos |
| Iced out, drippin in Chanel |
| Prada, Gucci, and all that |
| I make 'em fall back |
| Hair done, fresh manni and pedicure, bikini wax |
| Gotta keep the cat smooth so when my nigga ask for the pussy |
| It’s good and wet |
| After just one f*ck, you won’t forget |
| I’m made up in the tropics gettin sunburned |
| Bare ass out with my diamond thong on |
| Nigga you thought you got yo' freak on in Japan |
| But I was gettin my creep on with yo' man |
| Cuz I’m a hot bitch… |
| Official Ryde or Die bitches, believe that |
| Uh, yo |
| When three raw bitches get together it’s off the chain |
| Thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game |
| Boss bitches stallion, scream they name |
| Hate us cuz our life right, eatin from the game |
| Only f*ck with the realest, don’t associate with lames |
| How the f*ck can’t you feel us? |
| Three of the illest dames |
| S-E-X-Y, Trina, Brat, and oooh I |
| Bombshell, other bitches is true lies |
| I’ma keep it simple, rock how I’m meant to |
| Pretty with the heels on, or shitty with the Tim boots |
| Do it how I wanna do it, question my mind |
| You gon' understand from the rest of my lines |
| Bitch please, you might as well be on freeze, when it’s Eve |
| You ain’t really tryin to f*ck 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 |